There was a certain comfort to death.
As his memories swiftly slid out of him, engulfing his surroundings in a dim silver glow, he could feel his pain fading away along with them.
The sharp sting where Nagini's fangs had ripped at his throat had been replaced with a faint warmth, as blood trickled onto his now soaked robes.
Yes, there was fairness to his death.
As he felt his breathing become shallower and shallower, he couldn't bring himself to focus on anything but the green eyes before him.
Not the hushed, agitated voices around him. Not the fear that should have been swallowing him whole.
The room grew increasingly cold, and darker, and then there was peace.
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