[Eggsy's breath catches, and his arms tighten, fingers pulling at the fabric of Bruce's shirt as he tries to steady himself.]

There is, though.

[He starts to tremble, cold and coming down from the adrenaline all at once. Eggsy knows his body's too exhausted to do any good but the idea of not being able to help or do much more than curl up against Bruce and pass out is too much for him.]

I can't do nothin'. I can't. [Each breath is a little heavier, shifting him closer.] I know my limits and I'm done. If you wanted to go back out there, I couldn't help ya any.