"Dirty water", poisonous liquid swirled about Connor as he lay there.
He was trapped in the future, a dead wasteland, surrounded by fetid waters, floating in them.
He'd been so thirsty. It had been so long since he'd had clean water to drink that he'd given in to his madness and drunk from the steaming pool and in his madness, it had tasted as sweet as the purest liquid from Eden.
As he lay there dying, he knew this was as it had to be.
He had created this world so it was only right that this world destroyed him.