His vision began to swim now as blood loss began to wear on him. A low groan was escaping his lips now as the pulsing pain grew with each stab. Yet, he hadn't let go of Vincent. His stubbornness not allowing him to give up yet. Though he had pulled Vincent down his knees unable to do control a spasm in his arm.
With shaking hands he reached for the knife and knocked it from Vincent's hand. His head slumped after that though landing on Vincent's shoulder from the exhaustion from his last action wearing on him. "I only wished to ended this boredom," he coughed blood flowing out of his mouth and on to Vincent's shoulder. "Ah, forgive me." He whispered with a small chuckle ending in a coughing fit. His body mending itself, but the exhaustion was still there. There was only one way to solve that.