He didn't try to escape his fate despite the feeling of impending doom creeping up on him. He is too weak to do anything anyway. He didn't even turn to look at his executor. No, he stood still and sighed. He has given his all for his race. He doesn't have anything to give to save himself.
"I was right. Talking was a waste of time." He thought to himself.
He indulged himself with the thought that he was right about not engaging in a conversation. It really is irrelevant to engage in a conversation with someone that is about to die. All that talking will mean nothing now. The only difference is that he is the one that is about to die. All that talking was a waste to him regardless of his death. He didn't hear a single word of it after all.
