Usually, Desmond liked to have a plan B; he wanted to be prepared and have options, preferably always keeping an ace up his sleeve. Unfortunately, reality and ideals could be very different, and in this case, Desmond had no plan B or Ace up his sleeve; all he had was a long shot where his life was at stake.
Even for a moment before making his move, Desmond kept thinking about every possible outcome, every variable, trying to find the most optimal route to get away with it.
Despite his situation, Desmond wasn't having flashbacks of all the beautiful moments in his life, or desperately longing for his loved ones, drawing some kind of unquantifiable strength from it; no, Desmond was devoting every fiber of his being to surviving this encounter, anything else was irrelevant.
The world was simply too cruel to care about the feelings of little individuals; Desmond knew that. He had learned that many years ago with the death of his parents.
