He seemed not to have any fears of his own death, only fears for Robin. Fears for others. Richard was calling him sir. Nobody ever had. He wasn't sure what to feel, or if he could feel anymore. Everything was getting numb. No more pain. He watched Richard become more distant, watched the world around him begin to fade to gray. His eyes remaining open as a few beads of moisture escaped them. Last rites..he'd heard them a million times before, but never had he thought they'd been given onto him. He didn't have to wonder why some men became cynics of God hearing words like that. Had he had more time he might have too.
But no. That was a lie. He believed there was something better waiting. If he'd done right he would go to heaven. Heaven was supposed to be a peaceful place. A place where everything he wanted was there.
He was barely listening anymore though despite his best attempts. His eyes didn't close but the last breath finally left his body. Dark eyes stared lifelessly up at the ceiling. He wasn't ready to leave but he had no choice in the matter. His hand fell limp and his struggling came to an end. He had no regrets to speak of, nothing to worry about.