Sirius thought that, if he had the choice, he'd probably die last. It wasn't that he wanted to live the longest; in fact, that was his worst fear. But if he died last, that meant that he'd be the one to suffer the most pain, instead of his friends; because he could never hurt his friends.

And he knew it sounded terrible, but if he had to choose someone to go first, he'd choose Moony. It wasn't that he loved him the least~ of course it wasn't. Not Moony, not his beautiful Remus, with the golden hair and golden eyes... Moony's death would be the worst, because he would die first, and no matter what happened, no matter who else Sirius ever looked at, Moony would always be his first love.

But Moony had to go first. His death would be painful; but watching him suffer through the death of one of his friends would be too much to bare. He would take it the hardest, he'd break the most~ he'd probably blame himself. But if he were to die first, then they, the last three, they would remember him proudly, and they would manage. More than Remus, because Remus had enough to deal with already. Death would just release him from all those things that kept him tied down on Earth.

Then he'd choose Peter. This choice was easier, because poor little Peter just wasn't to Sirius what James was, and anyway, Sirius would need James to support him through losing two of his best friends. If Peter died the next, then together they'd make sure that he was remembered as a great man; they'd make him big, important, because together they could work the best magic, the most special magic; and without them, Peter would be nothing more than a leaf fallen off the tree. Poor little fallen Wormtail.

Then he would choose James, and this was the hardest choice of all. He was so tempted to be selfish; so tempted to let himself go, to let James be the last Marauder standing, to let James be the one to suffer on without Sirius by his side~ but he couldn't do it. Sirius had never been able to hurt a friend, and James... James wasn't just his friend. James was everything.

James was the Moon, and the Sun, and the stars, and the planets, and the Earth, and the grass, and the flowers, and the sky... James was the soulmate and the lover, the fighter and the smiler, the joker and the shoulder to cry on... James was the one thing that could hold Sirius down, the one thing that, with one touch, could set him completely free.

James was the only person to ever see Sirius cry since he was seven years old. James was the one whose breath was the wind, whose eyes were the windows to the soul of the world.

To Sirius, James embodied everything good, and everything true. To Sirius, James was everything.

So he would go next, and half of the heart of his soulmate with him. Then the last bit of Sirius, the bit that hadn't been worn away by the grief of the death of Moony, the anger at the death of Wormtail, the nothingness that was the death of Prongs... that small part of him that could still function without that small piece of comfort that was his whole world, that small part would go on, and live life, and wait and hope and pray until it was finally his turn, and the last final marauder could make the final bow, and upon his leaving, say the words:

Mischeif Finally Managed.