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After he falls out of the helicopter, half awake and half asleep from blood loss, Travis spends his hallucinatory four split seconds in the air thinking of Maddie. For as long as he has to think, he wonders if she’ll find his body. He doesn’t wonder if she’ll be fine without him; he knows that she will be. More than that, he worries about what he’ll do without Maddie.
He wonders if he’ll ever see her again. He realizes, suddenly, tragically, that he won’t ever be able to see her again, that even having such a thought was useless. He’ll be dead, a mess of bullet holes, shredded intestines, half-dry, sticky blood, infected blue eyes, and gnawing teeth. No mind, no heart, no soul.
No Maddie.
It’s a sobering thought, and a part of him, a deeply ironic part of him, laughs at the Gothic Romanticism of it all.
He dies laughing, kind of.