The liquid rushes into Coe's throat and lungs, but in a way, he's glad for it. He doesn't have to stay alive and watch as his body slowly dissolves around him, piece by piece diappearing into the tan muck that coats him. At first there is horrible pain as the liquid invades his lungs, no oxygen reaching his body, and for a moment, the thoughts of uselessness are replaced with the assurance that he'll go out of his mind from the pain. But then everything is numb, and it's over. Everything is over. He's no longer Coe, he's no longer an 18 year old mouse/human hybrid, he's no longer alive. He's just... dead. And yet, as his body is sucked into the hyena's form like candy, and as his very existance is basically forgotten by the world he once lived in, he realizes that he is happy. Because in a way, in some way that mortals, who live day after day in a place measured by time and goverened by scientific laws, can not truly understand, he's actually won. He's complete now. He's not dead, he's just finished. His tasks in life accomplished, his part in the world over, Coe shuts his eyes and exits the world as the last bubbles of air trickle out of the side of his mouth.