Seriously?

The guard slapped Ibrahim Pasha's hand dropping that dagger. 

Ibrahim Pasha's eyes are still tightly closed as he awaits his final moment, but after really that he is still alive he lost all strength feeling like his muscles have softened making him fall onto the ground gasping frantically for air, having a mixed emotion of relief and resentment in his mind. 

Once a suicide ends in failure a man shall not think of doing it again until he meets the next major tragedy in his life.

"Honourable Pasha!" The guards by his side pulled Ibrahim Pasha up from the ground. "You do not need to be so damn harsh towards yourself! You have done what ever you can! We still have control over the Western gate, it is still not too late now to leave this cursed city!"