He had been prepared to embrace the darkness, and throw himself headlong into Death. He'd even been prepared for the choking and the way his body fought to survive against his wishes, his legs kicking at nothing for purchase.
He had not been prepared for his cleaner, who he had forgotten existed, to come barreling in and grab him around his bare legs in a panic. "Fuck- off-" he choked out flapping a hand at her. "Let- me die-"