When people say their lives flash before their eyes they never say what it is they see.
For him he sees the face of Abigail. The way her nose scrunches when he hugs her after working outside all day. The way her eyes glitter as she dances away from him. The shape of her mouth as she pouts, laughs, smiles, cries. How her brows dip over her eyes when she is upset before it smooths out like ripples on a lake.
He sees Jack as he was, as he is. A red faced baby, little arms swinging with clenched fists. The way he looked smiling up at him from his spot on the back of John's horse. As he is now, barely a man but not a boy either.
He wonders vaguely if maybe this is what Arthur saw. Not this exactly no but the faces of all he loved stretching before him as he fell.
He hopes so.
He hopes that time will be kind to them. The ones left behind. That what he's done is enough to ensure their safety.
He's sorry.
So sorry.
He wishes…