Tim stared at the syringe for a solid moment. He didn't know if he should take it or not. The syringe could have been something else, maybe even something that would cause him to lash out at his friends. Yet, the more he stared at it, the more he could feel his life fading away. Truthfully, Tim did not want to die, at least not yet anyway.
The only reason he accepted his death was that there was nothing he could do. Instead of being angry or upset, he wanted to relay some parting words to those around him. He didn't want them to feel defeated, and sure, they would be sad, but he knew they would overcome his death. They had done so with the ends of the others because he knew that they were strong individuals.
