[His hand rises up to his heart, or rather, the pocket of his jacket that sits over the still dead thing.]

If I die... it's all over... I'll never know.

[That much, at least, seems obvious to him.]

Maybe I can change... maybe I can... be better... But... either way... life itself... seems worth living for... even now... I have nothing... so I could find... everything...! I'll rest someday... like everyone... but I'll dream of more... than blood...