Everyone stood still staring at Trigan's motionless body in disbelief.
Trigan's mind was in a world pool of darkness as he was ever drawing closer to his last.
" If I didn't have to protect those useless civilians," a Trigan thought internally as his mind was ever so drifting further.
Still in thought Trigan talked to himself, he couldn't feel, see, or smell anything, he couldn't help but wonder if the poison was some sort of act of love from Quil. He was meeting a painless death.
Trigan knew his mind was his own so he made sure to bring the few pleasant memories he had to the surface. There weren't many, but at least there were a few.
But the few good memories he had were of his time spent with Ale and his wife, Tyxin, Antonio and the others members, and where he used to work with them.
" Good riddance to every last one of you," Trigan curse with his last bit of consciousness.
