...if you'd enjoy being the one to put me out of my misery in the end... I don't think I would mind if it were you. I always suspected you would try to kill me someday, if you ever learned the truth.

[He can't even move now for how weak he feels. Just maintaining this form was zapping away the last of his strength, his body no longer even trying to heal itself. Mercifully, his powers work to mask his appearance completely, and spare Slaine the sight of a bleeding and dying dog. But seeing as he was already laying in a puddle of his own blood, he'll get pretty covered in it regardless.]

But... you know... it made me happy... when I saw you using those tea cups I bought you. What a strange... thing...

[He's a dog now. So it's okay, right?]

[If he cries? Just a little bit? Surely in his last moments, he can be forgiven for not keeping up appearances.]