In his last moments, he thinks of Molly.
He knows that his thoughts should be on Seb – gorgeous, furious, hate-filled Seb, with his perfect aim and lilting croon, muttering "I will not let you die" in the half-light of the morning before – but he can't help it. God, she's so naïve, so willingly blind! He remembers the way her lips would quirk up at the corners whenever he came near, even though he could practically smell the fear radiating off her. Her panic, like Seb's tortured angst, was delightful.
He always has had a thing for the strange ones.
(He'd dragged her down to his own personal kingdom, a Persephone to his Hades, but she'd clawed her way back up to daylight. She deserves a medal, really. Most of the people he's fucked have ended up drowned.)
There isn't a sniper fixed on Molly at the moment. Jim had perished the thought before it could fully surface; when one of Seb's men (the faces and names are interchangeable, because while it's vaguely inconvenient to find and replace top-rate sharpshooters it's worth it in the long run) had suggested her as a target Jim had snapped the man's neck like a Twiglet. The others had remained suspiciously quiet after that, which Jim approved of.
The thought of her niggles at the back of his mind like a worrisome weed. She presents as much of a problem as Sherlock Holmes does. He wants to kill her – squeeze out her very essence until those kind brown eyes are flat and lifeless and sickening and beautiful – but something has prevented him. She had shown him compassion, and he hates her for it, but she isn't ordinary. Because she isn't ordinary. In his experience, kindness goes hand-in-hand with monotony, because it's so trite, but she is – well.
He will never admit it, of course, because having a heart is nothing more than a liability and a very dangerous one at that: the night at the pool proved as much for Sherlock, the hateful man, but Jim can never confess to such a weakness. He supposes it's his greatest tragedy.
He puts the gun to his mouth, pictures Molly (flushed-happy-ferocious-hurt-disgusted), and pulls the trigger.