The thought threatens to overwhelm Boromir and for a moment he presses a curled fist against his mouth. "Oh, Pippin. There is no need of that. It was I who did you and the Fellowship a dishonour."

His out loud musing on distant friends doesn't sound completely separate from his addressing Faramir in the present; it's not meant to. And all the while, the memories of the Ring's hold sends a sickening jolt to his stomach.

"I have done a shameful thing, Faramir. A shameful thing. And it still haunts me in death. May it forever plague me, that I never forget my folly, my pride --my own vainglory!"

Those last words are spoken with a certain deal of vehemence.