The light had gone dim, the very sun seeming to hide its face as the darkness circled in. All he could see was the stranger's mouth, moving above him, the words lost in the fierce pounding of his heart.

Did they matter really? He suspected not.

The familiar cold was creeping over him, his fingers limbs turning to lead, his fingers grasping at air as the knife fell away.

Death was here again.

At last.

His eyes rolled, found the sky, and watched it turn to grey, and then to black, as he sank once more into the nothingness.