"WHY IS THAT ONE SO BIG?!" Okay, no. No on so many levels. No times infinity plus one because Nothing about this scene is okay. The smell of blood and viscera and whatever it is that leaks out of these things when they're injured that smells somewhere between coolant and something greasier that leaves a film in his mouth whenever Joshua breathes in is everywhere but even that is being flooded with the smell of burning flesh that coats his lungs and makes Josh gag even over his own pain.

He's crying, though his gear hides the tears. How did any of them think they were going to walk out of this alive? Who were they kidding when they thought this was a good idea? But it was the Only idea. The only one left.

All around him his own team are falling to blasts or blows. Running off into the forest--but the convoy has an opening. They can get the supplies out of here, at least. The few that are with it, at least. Josh can escape with them. He could stop to help up his downed comrades but that takes a kind of heroics the Canadian just doesn't have after everything he's seen. He sees his chance to see the mission done and to get out of here. With a jerk of his arm Josh swerves into the woods to give him some cover from the snipers while he circles round to catch up with Furiosa.

He's not going to get a better chance to escape.