Perhaps it was the blood loss, due to the still bleeding gun wound in his abdomen.

Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination, a feeble attempt of comfort in what could be his last moments.

He saw a being, human features, but an etheral aura that demands respect to anyone who lays their eyes upon them. Were you an angel? A creature that would guide him into a place he no doubt doesn't belong in?

No. You did not have wings, or a glowing halo above your head.

"Who are you?"