White, hot pain floods through Crowbar's body as he is shot, blood already spilling out of his chest as he falls to the ground. As he hits the ground, Crowbar winces, writhing in pain. For a moment, he's sure he made eye contact with Droog. Pleading. Crowbar is pleading for this to end. With every beat of his heart, more blood floods out of his body, staining his green suit a bright red and spreading across the ground.
He doesn't understand how Droog can do this with such ease, keeping such a cold exterior, but then again, he probably hasn't shown a true emotion in all his life. Or even had one. Breathing unstable, he tries to not focus on the pain; make it cease to exist. Of course, the attempts are in vain. He wheezes, biting his lip.
With blurry vision, he lays his eyes back on Droog. The carapace looks formidable, with his cold stare and his cigarette hanging from his mouth- The gun pointed towards Crowbar's head adds in to the effect really well. But, it seems, just for a moment through the blur of his vision that Droog's not fully there; like he is lost in thought, or doesn't truly want to go through with killing Crowbar.
Not that it would matter.
Crowbar knows that he wouldn't survive, either way. He is aware tht he's lost too much blood. Hell, he's too weak. He can't even bring himself to say anything.
In truth, he would love to get up, fight back; just PROVE that he is okay. Bit he isn't. No, he isn't at all.
With his consciousness slipping away, he tries to muster one last thought.
"I love yo-"