There was a lot of blood and Tony realized it was his own. He didn't feel anything--he hadn't in quite some time.
"Tony," Jack pleaded "why are you doing this? You never wanted..."
Of course he didn't want to. He never wanted this to happen, not this way. How could he ever explain to Jack what had happened in the months he thought he was dead? He wouldn't understand. Only one person could, and she was gone.
"They killed her, Jack." Is all he could say.
Jack gave him a sad smile. "I know," he sighed "but this won't bring Michelle back, nothing will. She never would have wanted this."
Jack swallowed back the memories of Terri, how he'd been so intent on killing Nina, how he'd thought killing her would somehow make things right again. It never did.
Tony was fighting back tears.
"Tony, you're loosing blood fast. A few more minutes and you'll be dead. Let me take you back to--"
"No!" Tony's eyes shot daggers at Jack. "You of all people should understand this, Jack." He gestured above him "All those people up there, they don't care about us! We're pons, Jack. We're an acceptable loss. Don't you remember when CTU was bombed? How they knew about it for 30 minutes, but they didn't do a damn thing?! Even CTU was 'an acceptable loss'! President Logan knew about the plot to kill Michelle for God's sake!" The image of Michelle's lifeless body came to mind and he struggled to continue. "And he didn't stop it."
Jack blinked. He didn't know what to say.
"And you," Tony was pointing at him now "they've used you for years! God, Jack. You and me--we're nothing. Our families, our friends; they're nothing. Those emty suits, they needed a wake up call...at least to--to tell 'em it wasn't okay."
"What about Palmer?!" Jack demanded "He was a good man, he would never have--"
Tony half laughed "And look what happened to him." He shook his head. "There wasn't any other way."
Tony suddenly felt himself slipping. Everything was going dark fast. Jack knelt at his side realizing what was happening.
"Tony! Tony! Stay with me!" He tried putting pressure on the gunshot wound, but in the back of his mind he knew it was already over.
"Stay with me, Tony..." He mumbled, half hoping saying it would make it happen.
"Jack,--" Tony gasped as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry about--"
Tony never finished his last sentence. He died, for the second time, in Jack's arms. As Jack clutched Tony's limp and lifeless body there, hundreds of feet under the white house somewhere in the miles of empty hallway, he realized that Tony might not have been wrong.
At that very moment, hundreds of feet above them, the bomb Tony had worked so long to place went off, taking the White House and everyone who was in it down.
Tony finally had his revenge.