Annihilation

As his own sword impales him, the pain of his torn heart is all-consuming. His nerve endings shriek so loudly his entire body goes numb. So. This is death. Funny how it narrows one's focus. Lorca's mind, often so busy scrambling for higher ground, is still.

All he sees is Michael. All he thinks of is what they should have been.

If he can just reach her, he'll explain. If she can only understand.

"We," he tries, "we could've..."

Too late. He's falling, dissolving into darkness, her eyes the only light he sees.