It's easier to let it happen, isn't it? There's peace there, there's so much less fear and suffering if he just drifts into that song. If he sinks, like the Count said. That is what it feels like, like sinking into something dark and velvet-soft -

At Seras's touch, Alfred comes back to himself for a split second, long enough to give her a haunting, terrified, desperate look; a man with three fingers left on the edge of a cliff, realizing he can't hold on one moment longer.

"I can't - Seras, I don't want to- I can't, I c-can...can....."

And just like that, he loses his grip, expression going vacant, hollow, unfocused as he slumps down like a ragdoll to his knees, all fight gone out of him.

"...Can hear...the Count. He's still singing to me. It's...it's beautiful, isn't it…?"

His words dissolve into mumbles.

Alfred is broken.