The blackness closed in over his head as he slowly bled to death, hoping that this was the right thing to do.
It was the right thing to do, he thought. I was strong enough.
Strong enough to kill yourself, the voice in his head told him.
"Leave me alone!" Sparrow forced out, his legs giving way as his breath became less frequent. His words were now choked out. "This was my - my decision - mine..."
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Sparrow shook the thought away. This wasn't what he would do. He would have to deal with missing Dawn for the rest of his life. But was it better than death? Or worse? Some day he would find out.
Not any time soon, but some day.