He hoped to at least, at the very least, lead Bole or Greyback into the yard. He knew this was a suicide mission from the start but he had hoped his death would actually amount to something.
His strength used up he fell back onto the ground. Were his eyes closed? He couldn't tell, it was too dark.
This was it. This was how he was going to die, and he hadn't done a single thing useful.
He'd come out here hoping that he could provide some information, some glimmer of data for everyone back at the castle so Bole and Greyback could be stopped before someone he loved got hurt.
Instead he'd gotten himself killed for no good reason.
A low groan escaped him. He hoped they were smart enough not to come after him... and that was his final thought before he lost consciousness again.