He hesitates, then nods.
"...I don't want anyone to see me this way," he quavers, his voice dropping to a whisper, "they'll just..." He swallows hard. "They'll know they're right."
If there's any dignity to be found, it's in hoping the last memory of him held by the one person in the world who isn't glad to see him die won't be convinced by everyone who is.