Kain tries to take in their reassurances... that he'll see Zephyr and yes, even Bastard again... that he'll be fine, just fine. He knows better but he knows they're doing all they can to help as the life drains out of him. It's distressing, though... very soon, he'll be only a memory. A thought. Gone. He's deeply envious of the others, that they get to keep living and existing. Why him? Why now?

He chokes out something that's half a laugh and half a sob at Anders' remark in particular. "...thank you..." He's grateful for the moments he's shared with everyone here, whether training or dracolisk bonding or otherwise... Too bad he can't quite manage to say any of that right now. He tries to, but finds it impossible to draw enough breath to speak. It's hard to even concentrate on any of their faces anymore, everything just feels... distant.

To die without redemption, without atoning for what he's done is unthinkable. He's taking this concern literally to his grave. There's regret and a brief flash of fear in his expression, before it's pushed back once again. No. He may have failed, but he cannot be weak now. He'll face this as bravely as a dragoon ought to, though none of it is fair. His breath is rattling in his chest, and his pulse is slower, his body failing worse than even moments ago. Some pain is still there, but even it's getting more distant as well somehow. He looks up toward the sky, tearful because he won't even get a chance to return up for one more jump.