Grovington: Eventually
Norrington slumped further, blood flowing through the fresh wound. His vision was blurring. He'd attempted to remove the sword lodged in his raw chest.The effort proved futile. Did he fear death? Hardly. Did he regret it however? No question. It wasn't about losing his life so young. It was the knowledge that he would sorely miss his Theo. His death would surely shatter the young Lieutenant's life. His breath came in shorter and he faded into the cold darkness. He could wait, he would wait. He would see his lover again, eventually. With that last dimming thought his heart stopped.