It was all almost gone.

He was almost gone.

Arthur and Charles had brought Eagle flies back, back to his tribe, back to you.

Eagle Flies was obviously on the brink of death, but he couldn’t leave this world while his father and lover were looking like they were going to lose their minds.

That’s all he would see really, seeing his father weep as he watched his last boy die off.

He was just silently breathing slowly, just allowing death to take him.