"I'm sorry."
Notar looked at Selyu, or perhaps elsewhere, as his pupils began to slightly dilate. Tears welled up from his eyes, mixed with the blood still lingering on his face, turning his already miserable state into an even worse one.
"I should have been prepared, I should have been fearless, I should have brought you to the World's End."
He continued speaking, blaming himself, as if this were his final confession.
Selyu didn't respond to his words; all she knew was that Lorenzo had told her to look after Notar, and she knew that Notar was the captain and that this ship still needed him.
But her efforts were in vain; bandages were of no use, serving only as minimal psychological comfort. Large swathes of blood were escaping from Notar's body, his body growing ever colder, and his muscles turning rigid.
