I'm going to die, this is it, it's all over. My miserable life is almost to an end. Voldemort and all he has made me do have cursed my soul to hell. This old soul, weak and weary from the world's cruelties, will soon be in the fiery inferno that awaits.
As he gave Harry his memories, a thought struck him. "Potter, look at me." The boy's eyes met his. With those emerald pools came the memories of his past, her soft red hair, her smile, and as his vision of the eyes faded, he saw one last glimpse of them. He heard her say, "Not enough anyways." And her eyes in that moment, looked how he had never seen them before. Lost, sad, and loving.