Luke nodded slowly. “I’m not turning and I can’t go back to them man. Not like this, I’d rather they remember something… worth remembering.” He shrugged slightly, before wincing at the motion. “Ash…” He had managed to stay relatively calm throughout this whole ordeal. However at the mention of her name his voice broke and finally tears began spiling down his face. Luke hung his head for a moment, trying to regain his composure however small tears soon turned to sobs. It took Luke a few minutes to regain his composure and speak again. “I know you guys will keep her safe.” He eventually managed, but his voice wasn’t the same as before, more strained now.

“Tell her… tell her… everyone goodbye? And... that I’m sorry, I guess, for not being around for longer. If she asks what went down out here say whatever you think is best man. I trust you.” He nodded slightly, leaning back against the tree and letting his eyes close for a moment. “I don’t care too much how you leave me. Burial might take too long… cremation could cause a fire… just do what you think is best.” He repeated the statement from earlier. He knew he was probably being difficult in how vague he was being, but he was still trying to think about the group. Hell even shooting him was probably not the best option, not with his machete here. The noise and all that. But he was still afraid of the pain of dying.

Remembering the blade Luke pulled it out and handed it to Marshall. “Might as well keep it. Could be of use.” Luke said, though his voice was more strained now, there was evident pain in it and once again he leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes. They didn’t have a lot of time left now. "Keep them safe man. Do whatever you think is right and don't doubt yourself."