Ouroboros Spine I am that is

Still unsure if the insult had been spoken by the stranger or was an echo of his own self-disappointment (and indeed barely aware that there was friend or foe here at all), Goldhawk drifted out of consciousness for a few dark seconds. For a moment he almost found warmth... he just had to drift a bit further... reach out for relief, and give up at last on all the coldness of life...

Nng... he was jarred back to near-consciousness with a strong prod, and then the gentle lashings of a tongue that would have been incredibly comforting had Goldhawk not been struck with the madness of welcoming death. No n-need for, he uttered weakly. Jolly old broken day today, don'tcha know, he added nonsensically, eyes still closed. Why not let m-me snatch a few winks of rest... nice an' drifty here, old bean... warmer...