This was it; Kamina felt himself reaching the climax of his existence, his life's finale. That injury just now? That was fatal, and a lot of what he found himself thinking was that this time, his favourite redhead wouldn't be around to talk him to sleep.
Was that why he was still alive, and not dead? To make it to the night time? No, that couldn't be it; all his men were counting on him. He had to fight. They were a team, after all. He couldn't let a few small burns do him in just yet… no, not yet.
He knew, as he attacked those damned beastmen with the last ounces of his being together with his little brother, that he would never speak to her again. He knew this because if he could ever speak to her again, he would tell her that repaying her ten times wouldn't be enough for what she's shown him. He would tell her that even a hundred times wouldn't be enough.
He would also tell her that she was probably the first person he wanted to see laughing freely, even after everything she's seen him through. But he was dying now, and there wasn't enough time for that. So instead, he gave parting words to his dearest brother, and took exit from the most glorious act of his life.