God, it feels like years since I just sat down.
Is this what it is? This...fading feeling? The dimming?
I'm so tired. All I want to do is...sleep.
Funny how you notice the little things you take for granted when it's all blurring at the edges.
The smell of the air. They undeniable tang of the ocean over all that...stench. Every breath is like moving a mountain. I can't help but wheeze.
I don't want to leave her, but I can't hang on. I can barely see her face, those tear filled eyes and that dopey hat.
Hurts to talk, but I have to tell her. Tell her what to do.
What.
Has.
To.
Be.
Done.
I tell her I'll miss her.
I give her a smile as she raises the gun. She's strong. She'll make it.
Hammerfall.
Li...ght...