There were so many things left unsaid, Tavros Nitram realized as he lay, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing slowing, the pain lessening, the light at the end of the tunnel drawing closer.
There were so many things he regretted.
There were so many moments he was going to miss.
Coughing, choking on his peanut butter blood, the troll realized how ironic this was.
The Page of Breath had no more oxygen in his lungs. He was dying and he couldn't do anything about it. The tears that were already falling down his bloodied cheeks fell faster and he let out a weak cry, barely having the strength to lift his arm. He felt so weak.
So tired. He wanted to close his eyes and be enveloped by that light, that sickeningly bright light, so warm and so comforting in contrast to the cold feeling quickly spreading across his nerves. Another weak cough, followed by a pool of blood collecting in his mouth—the taste saccharine, bitter, burning hot. He barely heard the approaching footsteps.
"tav?"
The voice was weak, scared, familiar. His half-clouded eyes turned to look for the body attached. "Gam..." He managed to croak out, trying to move—and finding that he couldn't.
"oh my god."
"Gamzee-" His voice sounded alien, strained, cold.
"Help me..."
The next sensation was a warm hand wrapped around his icelike one, and his head being lifted oh so gently, the brownblood letting out a soft groan of pain—it was odd that he could still feel the hole in his chest. "Gam-" Another coughing fit, over which he heard the strained sobs of the violetblood. "Gamzee-" He had to focus. This was important. With a shaking hand he rose his fingertips to the quickly fading makeup, a weak smile on his lips, barely a smile at all.
"I'm sorry-"
The light got closer, his eyelids got heavier.
"And I always..."
With one last cough,
The Page of Breath breaths his last breath.
As he faded away, all hell broke loose.