"My--?" Boromir looks up with sudden dread. His thoughts are suddenly with Merry and Pippin in those last moments of conciousness, their faces tear-stained and fearful.

And Frodo, fearful for another reason altogether.

Does Faramir know what he did? He must.

"Which of the four?" A moment of sadness clouds his face as he thinks on friends he no longer feels worthy of.