[Boromir takes all of this in - wow, none of those names mean anything to him - and reaches up to touch one of the bloody holes in his chest again.

In...in his tunic. There is no hole in his chest now, and all the blood is only what was already soaked into the cloth. But he remembers the pain, and here is the evidence.]

I've heard that dying men see strange visions, sometimes. This isn't quite what I imagined.

[He draws back his hand to look at his fingers. No blood on them; it's all dried up.]

I'd better not be ruining my last words.

[As last words go, what he said before was better than raving about metal beasts in the street!]