It was just a gasp. Just a breath until it all faded.
Skewered on that tree, the strongest thought was "JAKE!" It was the strongest thought of his life since Jake was gone. Until then it was just waiting for the gunslinger to take is trade in blood.
He'd known he wouldn't last long with Roland. Not once Jake was gone. He didn't want to, but knew it was necessary. For the tower. The damned tower.
Oh but it hurt. It hurt so bad.
It was almost worth it, knowing how much Roland hurt in the end. Cry, Gunslinger. Cry.