The shot rang out throughout the building. Porthos, Armis and Athos ran to the area where the shot came from as they reach the area they search the area for anyone. "No one in this room" Armis called out
"same!" yelled Athos
Porthos wasn't so luckily he saw his little brother covered in crimson blood. Dártagnan laid there in the corner of the room clutching a price of paper. When porthos never replied Armis and Athos came to him but devastated to what they saw. Armis ran to him to check for any sign of life but it was too late. He look to his brothers with tears pouring out. He was too young, too innocent.
Athos blamed himself and drank away the pain.
Armis moved back to the monastery.
Porthos gambled and picked fights with the Red Guard.
Constance received a letter a week after the funeral. The envelope contained a picture of herself with splotches of dried blood. Along with the picture it contained a short letter saying that "Adieu Petit frère"
Tears streamed down her face as she cried into the lonely and silent night.

"Adieu Petit frère" mean Farwell little brother