[Carefully, his gaze shifts over to her, though he doesn't budge in where and how he lies there. He peers at her from beneath his lashes, the stoic expression softening that tiny bit.

He listens to the voice of the ocean over the feeling of the slowly dying bliss inside him.]

Humans touch the world for so little of a time, but can change it as if they've touched it for an eternity. That's how it should be. People living and people dying.