[The slight change in position does allow him to breathe incrementally better, when the convulsions give him a break. For a moment, his lips part, taking in Castor's words. Can't be granted?]

No...can't. Martel...see? With me...right here...

[After all, she's cradling his head in lap right this moment, just the way she used to...so, so long ago. He closes his eyes, but he can picture her soft face as she brushes his hair out of his face. His dear sister... He was right--she was here all along.

And yet... Return to her? No... Is she leaving?]

Where...? No...don't go...don't...again-

[Maybe it's from working himself up, but he convulses some more, heartbeat weak as a butterfly's fluttering--and then it stabilizes, for a moment, and he opens his eyes again. Sees Pollux's face. Maybe...he has a moment of clarity.]

A world...for us. No others. [Well. Genis and Raine would be allowed, but nobody else. Nobody will hurt them ever again. A faint, mirthless smile touches his lips.] Heh...do you...hear even...that wish?

[...Nobody else can grant that wish besides himself. Nobody has the power, the will to do it. He'll make it come true. He'll make it. He'll make it. He'll make it-]

...Heh.

[There's no convulsions this time. A twitch of his hand, and then his limp body releases its last sigh of breath.]