Mike in Megiddo: The World at it's End
I shake my head, and instinctively feel at my chest. The feeling of dying just doesn't get normal, I like to make sure it's healed.
My thoughts momentarily linger on well wishes for their struggle against the Titans, anger that I failed them in dying, and pride that I established a legacy that I believe will usher them into a brighter future. And I died swinging. There have been worse lives, I'm sure.
Then I realize I don't know how dangerous the world I'm in now is, and I snap my eyes open and hop to my feat. I take an immediate swordsman's stance and check if my blade is at my hip. I look around and take inventory of what all is around me, especially where the noise is coming from.
I'll also do a quick mental check:
Hermes, Zeke, Nix, you all with me?