Murphy couldn't speak in his last moments and the world had gone silent except for his short, gurgled breaths and Connor's pleas to God as he clutched at his brother's wound. The bullet had hit his neck, gone straight through, but Connor was going to save him. He was going to be fine. Tears streaming down his face, hands slipping off Murphy's neck as dark blood continued to pulse out. Murphy's mouth formed his last word, his body settled and he finally let go. His chest no longer heaved, his eyes dialated…and he looked peaceful.

"No…no, no…" The noise had returned. Connor had forgotten they had been in a firefight, which continued even now as he ran his fingers through his little brother's hair, down his face. The blood on his hands streaked onto the pale features of the resting brother. Connor lamented the fact he could not properly send his brother off, but he would be joining him in oblivion soon enough.

Skilled hands did their job while Connor's mind wandered. He remembered everything: their first trip to America, the first time they got shit-faced and their mom found out, the first time he walked in on Murphy giving a girl the special treatment. His life flashed before his eyes as his loaded the last clip into his gun and he actually smiled as he stood.

His father was behind him, Rocco was behind him, Romeo was behind him. Murph was behind him now too. Kill Them All. He had the strength and focus of them all and he used it to his advantage. Two men to his right, three above, one coming up from the side. Within a minute, they were all dead and he surveyed his work with a smug exhale as he dropped slowly to the floor.

Thick drops of blood splashed onto the cold concrete floor as he pulled himself back to Murphy. Pennies jingled lightly in his pocket. "Dear Brother…" He said pulling his younger twin's arms across his chest, but he could do no more. Connor choked, fell to his side as his knees and arms could no longer support him. Sirens were sounding in the distance, but he only heard the voices of angels now, and how beautiful it was. Rolling onto his back, he watched the ceiling as red and blue lights flickered.

"And shepherds we shall be,
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In nomine Patris, et Fi—"