The death rattle is the final relaxation of muscles in the lungs and throat. Its the last air in the body. So when it leaves it flows over soft tissues and makes a rattling sort of noise.
It knows that its paste is cooling down. As its vision weakens, its core paste is bound. Marisa is consumed by a feeling that is the most uneasy.
"No...no...
Macha...
Wanched... mwore..eajy...
Sahbe mwe...
Missh...
Macha... vanish..."
Filled with despair and terror, Marisa reaches its end with such terrible expression.Marisa can feel something being pulled out from its bottom.
It instinctively understand that it's the vitality resting inside its paste.
"a....yua...
Waich... Maricha...doesh'ch wanch cho...die
One...more chime....rechurn cho...easjy...plache..."