Ling inhaled the best he could and coughed out the blood that the action brought into his lungs. “Jin?”
The push he felt against the side of his face wasn’t Jin’s hand, but the side of the dragon’s face. Ling brought his hand up, placing it on the nose.
Was this it? Jin said children of the earth didn’t have anything after death. “Jin… can’t worry ‘bout me. Tell ‘im that? Please?”
He could see the look in the dragon’s eyes, despite how dark everything was. The shine, as the marks which made the pupils swirled counterclockwise. Shèn.
Ling couldn’t blink. “Shèn? ’s your name?”
The swirling slowed down. Ling tried to keep his hand there, but it fell off Shèn’s face.
“Thanks, Shèn. For everythin’. Keep th’ others… ‘kay?”
Until you return, Ling.
By the time Jin could make it to where the dragon stood guard, Ling was gone.