There was a moment's hesitation as he glanced ahead at the elevator and then back at the main doors they had just crossed the threshold of. Once they were inside that metal box, the choice felt obvious to him and he gestured back at the main doors instead. "Back out there, the top of the stairs, that'll do for a podium. They need to know that I'm in this with them, not hiding behind a screen, relying on a teleprompter and comforted by a fancy chair." That was his definitive choice, even if there were risks besides the fact that his two feet were only just barely able to keep his weight off the ground.
"I have enough fuel in the tank to stand by myself for a few minutes. Long enough to say everything I need to say and for them to know the truth. Just help me get there, I'll do the rest. If I pass out, just put me on a stretcher and wheel me back." His commitment seemed genuine, to the point where he was willing to endure torturous amounts of pain for the sake of standing by his principles. And while this was the least comfortable of the approaches he could use in order to handle the situation, it was the one he knew was necessary.
