In the beginning that had long become a blurry haze, he was stronger, faster more sure of where he was meant to go. Now time, wind, storms and endless attacks have withered him down, the smallest pieces at a time.
After what has blurred into the feeling of eternity he now knows not why he marches on, why he lets the pain continue or where he started. Only that he no longer feels there is a safe shore awaiting him.
All he know as each painful step vibrates through is entire core is there is only two choices left to him. To take the next step, or stop and slowly be consumed by the swamp and disappear with not even a memory to be had that he even existed.
And so, just a touch more slowly, a bit more harder, as a small piece of him falls away, another step.