This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Crimson optics began to close, the light from them flickering on and off, each time seeming weaker than before. If he had had one more chance, the mech knew that he would have done things differently, he wouldn't have made those fatal mistakes and neither would he have lost. He would still have a future, in a peaceful universe. Left alone to fend for himself maybe, but still alive. And in the end, was it really anything else except survival that was important? All things he had been fighting for seemed suddenly unimportant to him now, lying on the ground with the stench of fuel and energon around him.
This, he realized, was the true stench of death. It was no honorable end, it was no glory in his mind as his spark slowly faded away. Only regret, that he so recklessly had decided to give away his life and that he hadn't understood what it meant to die like this until it was too late. And there was no going back; the dice had already been thrown.
,,Everything is lost." he muttered weakly and shakily raised a servo toward the sky, almost longingly, as if he wanted the grab it. But the sky was not something that could be owned by someone, it wasn't something he could touch.
Sadness crossed his face and with a defeated sigh, he let his servo fall back down on the ground with a low thud.
,,If I cannot fly.." he whispered to the sky, regret burning in his lonely optics. ,,Then I might as well die."