Their voices echoed distantly; faint vibrations Thim scarcely noticed. The colors were all he saw. The light was all he knew. Scintillating, violently bright opalescent fire filled his awareness.
Beyond thought, he was a naked eye. He saw. He was then no more than this.
His companions left him there, in that place deep below. One left him in the light with a sigh of regret. One offered a grunt and walked away in indifference. The other left slowly, feeling secretly relieved.
Thim stood, staring. He barely noticed when he died.