[Their breath comes in ragged, horrible wheezes, and green foam pools from their open jaws. They are dying. It's an odd realization, a frightening one, but as their white eyes focus on the slender young woman they risked everything for, they know they regret nothing. Something so innocent was worth dying for.]
[Something so precious should be protected at any cost. They would do it again in a heartbeat. They're sprawled out on the ground, prone save for the stuttered rise and fall of their broad chest. They don't know how much longer they have. The symbiote could flee, abandon its dying host, but its stubbornly attempting to patch up wounds far too grievous to heal.]