The moment Balthazar acts, Gadreel is in motion, moving among the prisoners. He knows the ones that can still act, the ones that haven't broken and they're clustered around him, harried but resolved.

He accepts the blade, fingers tight around the familiar weight in his palm. "We are with you, brother. There should be enough of us to punch through at the weakest ward."

A risky option, but it was far better than rotting in prison forever.