*Snape is dying-again. Wesley hasn't managed to snap his neck yet, but between the two of them, Snape can't breathe. He thinks how unfair it is that in Hell you seem to need air...why does an already dead man need air? But then, why does an already dead man feel pain?

It's infuriating, Snape thinks to himself. I just got over being dead. But even as he thinks this, trying to gain control over himself, he starts to black out. Well, at least it would only be a matter of time before he revived.

But as he slips towards oblivion, his body seems to suddenly realize that, with Snape dead, it cannot have control over him. His arms release him and, instead, his fingers aim for Wesley's eyes. His legs, encouraged by the damage done on one knee, now tries for the other. And as it does, Snape's own anger over the situation rises, giving even more strength, if not precision or thought, to the attack. He doesn't really want to kill Wesley but, damn it, he's tired of dying all the time!*