The second Nix had blown away Merlin turned around. Arthur walked up the steps, Gwaine by his side, with dark expressions. Kilgharrah had already crossed over to the entrance and disappeared behind glass and shadows. His heart seized for a moment, then that coldness settled into his chest and limbs and he let it fill him up. It didn't settle his nerves, and it didn't help at all with the sickness that stirred in his stomach. He was going to tell Arthur that he had to almost die to stop the Dorocha. Then, in little over five hours all his friends would hate him, or pity him, or even worse. They might forgive him.

He let out a controlled, slow breath. Merlin waited until he was certain they'd be back in the incident room before he made his way inside. Each step grew harder and heavier as he grew closer. When the lift doors slid open Merlin froze. Everything became sharper, brighter, as if his mind was actively trying to catalogue the incident room, Scotland Yard, in anticipation of his leaving it forever. This was when he lost all he'd worked towards for over six years.

'There you are,' Gwaine said as he stepped into the incident room. Kilgharrah stood by the murder board, Aaron and Isabella smiling and dead behind him, with Arthur by his side. He was pouting slightly, brows furrowed, and Gwaine's usually happy disposition was damp, wet with the memory of their dead flesh.

'Are you all right? You look upset,' Gwen asked, a file open in her hand where she leaned against Arthur's desk close to the board.

'What did Jane Rogers have to say?' Gwaine asked.

'She hated Aaron, but her alibi is solid. She was up in Aberdeen with her family when the murders took place,' Elyan said.

'And has Percy called about the fiancee yet?'

'Dead end. Jack Emsdon was at work, with CCTV to prove it, and two dozen witnesses. He doesn't think Bella and Aaron were having an affair, but then they all think that,' Gwen said.

'Simply put, we have no suspects, no motive, not witnesses, and no evidence.'

'At least not anything that doesn't point to something we'd be able to prove in court.'

'Do they know?' Merlin asked Arthur.

'Yeah, we just updated them.'

Gwaine nodded. 'After what we saw at Amanda's flat, and knowing what Merlin can do with his magic, everything is possible. Including our two victims killing each other.'

'Which means we do have a suspect,' Arthur added.

Merlin crossed his arms. 'Nix.'

Arthur looked at him with dark eyes. 'Which ties into Old Religion's resurgence and Amanda's murder.'

'Leon's on his way back. He's grabbing Percy too,' Gwaine cut in, checking his mobile.

'Phoebe's disappearance,' Gwen said and something cold and sharp shot through Merlin. 'He could have had something to do with that. When Nimueh headed Old Religion last year they had a drug den. Maybe they have something similar again.'

'They're smarter than that,' Gwaine said. 'I mean he tried to kill me for a start. She's more likely dead than being held somewhere.'

Merlin's chest was tight. He couldn't breathe properly. Cold waves rolled through him, followed by hot, then an unsteady heartbeat.

'Arthur,' he said, stare fixed on a corner of a desk and unfocused.

'What is it?'

'I can't wait.'

'Wait for what?' Gwaine asked and Merlin forced his vision to clarify, and took a long and slow breath.

'Hang on a sec,' Arthur said and moved towards him, took his arm and led him out of the room, down the corridor, and into an empty conference room. Only when the door closed behind them did Merlin let out the shaking, choked off breath he'd held. 'Are you all rig—'

'No,' he snapped. 'Of course I'm not fucking all right. Arthur,' he stopped and pressed his hands over his face, blocking it all out. 'This is everything,' he continued. 'I know its my fault, but this is everything. I'm going to lose it. Just like you. They're never going to forgive me.'

Arthur watched him and with a soft, calm voice said, 'You had to. This isn't cold blood or gang crime or revenge murder. She was going to kill me and you saved my life. Which is what you're supposed to do.'

'Not with lethal force I'm not.'

'It was an accident. It's not like there's a separate manual for Met Police with bloody magic.'

Merlin winced at the memory. He let out a heavy sigh. 'In that split second when she attacked I did want to kill her. Otherwise my magic wouldn't have done it. You get that, right?'

'Merlin—'

'Plus we've been lying. To their faces. For weeks. Even with the Dorocha and what happened with Gwaine, we've been hiding this.'

'Merlin, you did nothing wrong.'

Anger flashed through him, hot under his skin. It settled and shrunk back inside and left behind that hollow cold which hit him like exhaustion. 'Liar.'

'Fine. It was wrong, but that doesn't mean it wasn't the right thing to do.'

'That's exactly what it means.'

Arthur gave him a tired look. 'You know what I mean.'

'Meaning has nothing to do with this. Fact is what matters and the fact that I murdered a victim—'

'Who had just killed her boyfriend—'

'Because he'd tried to rape her!' Merlin shouted back. That boy's fingers moving up his legs, dragging down Phoebe's underwear, the sickening exposure she felt and the terror, absolute terror, twisted up his stomach all over again. He hadn't recalled it so vividly since he'd experienced it at Kings Cross Station.

'We've gone through this,' Arthur reminded him. 'We have to tell them.'

'I know.'

'You can't change the past.'

'Believe me, I know.'

'So take a deep breath and move on. Doing anything else is a waste.'

Merlin sighed but it didn't help. The weight and mix of everything inside didn't grow lighter, escape. If anything breathing made it harder and heavier.

'There's something else going on, isn't there?' Arthur asked.

'I had an idea earlier,' Merlin started, 'about how we could stop the Dorocha.'

'Well?'

'You're not going to like it.'

'Tell me anyway.'

Merlin closed his eyes and forced himself to let it out. Tear off the protective barrier of silence and secrets. 'I spoke with the Dorocha, and let them out of that place, when I was in a coma.'

'Yeah.'

Again, instinct closed his mouth and swallowed the words. He opened his eyes and locked with Arthur's. 'What if I were to go that place again?'

Arthur stared at him for a moment with a neutral expression. A shadow of a frown grew, then darkened, then scored itself into the skin between his blue eyes.

'What do you mean?'

It already hurt. A tension in his entire body, a headache that began to scrape its way with cold fingers inside his head. 'If I were to almost die I would go back there. Like before. It doesn't have to be a coma, just something similar. At least that's the theory.'

'Are you serious?' Arthur asked, voice low, arms folded.

'If my core body temperature were low enough I would go into a deep sleep, or if I lost enough blood at a slow enough pace that didn't kill me straight away that would probably work as well,' Merlin rambled through it, his voice sounding separate from himself. Steady and sure of itself, steadier than he felt. 'Then I could undo it.'

'You had better be bloody joking.'

'People are dying because of them. You were basically killed by them Friday,' he stopped to take in a sharp breath. 'I can't stand by and do nothing.'

'What about the physical veil? You tore it, and like before in Camelo—'

'That followed the rules, Arthur,' Merlin cut in, sad and frustrated by the reality of it. 'And Lancelot died to stop it. This time it wasn't torn by the Cailleach. It was me. I'm the one who can undo it. Kilgharrah said as much—'

'No.'

'You're—'

'No!' Arthur's voice hit Merlin's ears with surprising force. 'We find another way.'

'If you're not going to help me I'll do it myself.'

His frown deepened and a strange angry mask contorted Arthur's face. 'Excuse me?'

'I want you to be with me. I want your help, Arthur, but this is it. This is how I know we can stop them and,' he stopped, steeling himself, finding that will to fight if he had to. That fact that it was Arthur against him broke his heart. It made him colder. Stronger. Sadder. 'And I'll do it with or without you.'

'Is that a threat?' he asked, something dark and sharp clipping his words.

'What? No, it's just what—'

'I will chain you up in a bloody cell before I let you—'

Merlin scoffed, shocked and irritated. 'Let me? You—'

'You're serious?'

'Yes, I—'

Arthur pressed his lips together and stood still with hard eyes. 'Fine.'

Merlin frowned at him. 'Fine?'

'I said fine.'

Arthur turned around and moved to the door. Merlin didn't understand the strange way their argument had fallen away. When Arthur spun back around towards him, with handcuffs clinking in his grasp, he reacted too slowly. Arthur's hand spun him around and he felt the cold metal lock around his left wrist. Merlin shoved back against him, his elbow slamming back into Arthur's ribcage.

Before he could think he swung out at him. His knuckles cracked into Arthur's face and pulled back smeared with blood.

Panic spiked through him. 'Shit, I'm sor—'

But Arthur didn't stop. He moved again and forced Merlin around, shoved him face down onto the table and tugged his right arm back, trying to lock it into the cuffs. Anger chewed up the momentary regret and Merlin growled and forced himself backwards. Momentum carried them both back into the wall with a loud bang and he felt the other cuff click shut around his right wrist. Arms locked behind him Merlin used his elbow to try and hit him, out of spite and anger. The impact forced a cough out of Arthur and then he pushed him away, into the door, which broke open and Merlin hit the opposing corridor wall, head first, with another bang. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through his skull, blotched his vision, and his heartbeat picked up, racing, pounding like a war drum.

A little dazed, and breathing heavily, it took him another second to find the footing to struggle against Arthur when he began hauling him along back down the corridor. His one hand held onto Merlin's upper arm while the other had a fistful of his shirt. Merlin saw the Uniforms, clerks, other detectives look out of their offices and rooms with confusion and concern. He didn't care. Arthur had cuffed him. The nerve. The fucking arrogant idiot—

'Get this fucking off!' he shouted and tried to shake him off. When it didn't work he came to a full stop, pushed back against Arthur's forward shoves, and stomped down onto his foot with the heel of his shoe. Arthur cried out and the momentary distraction gave him the chance to charge out fo his grip, tripping with the speed of his motion, and he fell into their incident room. His face missed the hard ground by a few inches, and he already felt hot blood trickle down through his hair and temple. The carpet was rough against his cheek, and his shoulders ached where they were pulled back by the cuffs.

'Not after what you just said. No bloody way,' Arthur said as he pulled him back up to his feet.

'Arthur,' Merlin growled and glared at him, fully aware that he looked wild, a mess, and saw the same in Arthur.

'Merlin.'

His face was hard, jaw clenched. He wasn't going to back down. Frustration made his body hot and he drove his knee up, aiming for Arthur's crotch. The motion snapped something in Arthur's regained composure and he grabbed Merlin by his shirt, two fists, and with impossible strength forced him up and threw him down onto the closest desk.

All the breath rushed out of his lungs and his ears rang with the impact. More pain cut up his shoulder blades, crushed hands, sliced into his wrists where the metal bit in. He blinked several times and saw Gwaine shove Arthur and hold him back. When Merlin set up, slid back to the ground, he saw the tears in Arthur's eyes.

'If you do this—'

'What? We're over?' he bit out, terrified by the bitterness and cruelty of his own words. He ached all over, from the blows, the injury, but mostly from the way every muscle tensed and his heart sent his blood through every vein, artery, with terrifying force. Somehow, as twisted as it was, saying it felt good, cathartic. 'You'll never speak to me again?'

'Please,' he begged. 'Please.'

With stronger breaths Merlin felt himself calm down, his mind clear. 'I have to. You know I have to.'

'Why?' Arthur said, and the first tears struck wet lines down his cheeks. 'WHY!?'

His voice broke with the force of the word, question, accusation.

'If I don't—' Merlin swallowed, holding back the heat filling up behind his own eyes. Arthur's bottom lip was bleeding, his hair was a mess, and he was practically shaking. He'd done that to him. But, there was no other way he could see and they didn't have time to find another. There was never enough time. 'Arthur, I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry for it all. If I could make it so you didn't have to be involved—'

'Don't you bloody dare. I'm in this. Just, please, don't do this to yourself for them. You're worth more to me than a thousand strangers' lives. A million.'

'It will cost more than that.'

'You're worth more than everyone. Anyone. Just not,' he broke off and run his hands over his face, through his hair, wiping angrily at the tears. 'Not you. Not you.'

'Arthur,' he exhaled.

'You better have a good explanation of what just happened,' Kilgharrah said. Merlin couldn't look away from Arthur. Gwaine stood by him, wildly confused, hand out to hold him back in case.

'Not you,' Arthur said. It said it all. He loved him so he'd lock him up, he'd hold him down, he'd do anything to stop him from doing something that could kill him. He'd do whatever it took to save him. And here he was asking Arthur to fight and reject that instinct and stand by him while he did it anyway.

Merlin stepped towards him. 'I'd prefer to do it with you.'

'You're not going to bloody do it without me, that's for sure. 'I'd kill you myself before I let that happen.'

A smile stretched his lips. Arthur took out the keys. Merlin turned around and Arthur's warm hands took his, his skin a little rougher, and he removed the metal. Merlin's smile left him.

'Are you two all right?' a voice asked from the door. Merlin turned to see another detective, from Trident Command, and nodded. 'That was violent. I thought it might have been an attack on us.'

'Small disagreement. That's all,' Arthur said, voice flat and drained of the earlier emotion. Merlin knew that Arthur would never be okay with it. He probably hated him for it, but he loved him more. Respected him more. And he probably knew he was right, as much as it hurt to be true. That's something he'd come to realise. That loving someone often meant expecting them to do the impossible.

'Inspector, is everything—'

'Got it under control, Constable,' Kilgharrah said. A moment after he'd disappeared back into the whispering corridor with passing curious faces Leon and Percy walked in. They were equally confused.

'What's going on with everyone?' Percy asked, then Leon hit his arm and nodded towards Arthur, then Merlin.

'Did someone try to—'

'Did it to each other, mate,' Gwaine cut him off and their concerned expressions shifted between amused, freaked out, and confused. 'Won't say what it's about either.'

Merlin wanted to crawl into a hole. He touched where the ache radiated from, fingers pressing into hot blood, and he winced. Arthur looked equally pained watching him do so.

'Shouldn't you go to a hospit—'

'No.' Merlin gave Arthur a look when they said it at the same time.

'We're all here now, Kilgharrah,' Arthur carried on, licking his cut lip gingerly. 'Maybe we should rip this plaster off now.'

Kilgharrah nodded. 'Percy, close the door.'

'Right,' Merlin huffed and sat down on the edge of Arthur's desk, adjusting his clothes where they'd been yanked.

'I'm afraid I'm going to ask you all to do something illegal.'

'Oh no,' Elyan said.

'Why?' Gwen asked.

'I need you all to swear you won't let what I'm about to tell you leave this room.'

They all nodded.

'I'll be blunt and straightforward. Phoebe Davies is dead.'

'What?' Leon asked but Kilgharrah held up his hand and silenced him.

'Merlin accidentally killed her,' he continued, 'when stopping an attack against Arthur. She tried to kill them, most likely in shock and under the influence of magic which she couldn't control.'

'Oh god,' Gwen whispered.

'A man has come forward with a recording of what happened. He tracked me down and is blackmailing us. In return for not making the video public he wants money as usual.'

'How much?' Percy asked.

'One million.'

Merlin's stomach twisted up even tighter.

'That insane,' Gwen said. 'We're police. We don't have that kind of money.'

'I'm afraid negotiation isn't possible. I've tried all ready.'

'Did you do it?' Gwaine asked Merlin, his brown eyes large and watchful.

'Yes,' Merlin said, meeting his eyes in spite of the anxiety, the cold hands that ran over his skin, the way the air buzzed with something unpleasant like the feeling he got in a forest in the dark, alone. Merlin frowned at the feeling. It was familiar. Not from Camelot, but something recent. Something terrifying. It was a memory.

'She was about to kill me,' Arthur added. 'If he hadn't—'

'He murdered a girl,' Leon cut him off. 'There's no excuse.'

Merlin tried to let the dark flicker of a memory go. 'No, there's not.'

'I could pay it,' Arthur said.

Merlin glared at him. 'No.'

'My father left me—'

'No.'

Percy sighed. 'Even if we paid them there's no guarantee—'

'None of you need to worry. I'm handling it. This is more a case of letting you all know the truth.'

'How are you handling it?' Merlin asked.

'Curiosity is good, but in this case it's best you stay out of it.'

'What did you do with her?' Gwaine asked. 'Her body.'

Arthur's expression shifted into something dark and concerned. 'Dorocha took her seconds after it happened. They dragged her into the ground.'

'Does this blackmailer understand what he saw?'

'I don't believe so. He only saw Merlin hit the girl back and then with her status as Missing being public knowledge—'

'Why didn't you tell us sooner?' Gwen asked, voice soft.

Arthur looked at her with sad eyes. 'How could we?'

'How could you not?' Gwaine countered. 'Merlin—'

'Gwaine,' Merlin stopped him. 'I need you to understand that not telling you is what I thought was safer. With everything else happening adding that burden would have only hurt you. All of you. You can't undo it. All knowing about it then would have done is hurt you.'

Gwaine took a breath, kept his stare unblinking, unwavering, connected, and said, 'I understand.'

'I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry we lied to all of you,' Merlin added, terrified that it fell on deaf ears.

'Keeping this from IA is illegal,' Kilgharrah began again, 'And you all knowing makes you complicit. I intend to erase this threat to our team, to the Met, and of the public exposure of magic. As they say, failure is not an option.'

The weight strung between them dragged down any conversation, any motion, and for a moment Merlin could swear it all stopped. Another moment in time frozen, his friends all shrouded behind confused, dark looks and an aching silence.

'I'm glad you're both okay and I'm sorry you've been going through this alone,' Gwen said, and Leon nodded. The processing created a distance between them as expected. Merlin had thought there would be shouting, hitting, calls for his immediate arrest. Worst case. After going through that fight with Arthur he knew he wouldn't have been able to take it. Relief, a distant relation of it, smoothed out the sharp pain in his chest and settled his stomach. 'You're still invited to my wedding.'

Arthur laughed. A broken, stressed laugh, but it cracked the tension enough. 'Thanks, Gwen. That means a lot.'

'This doesn't leave the room. In fact, from now on it's done. Over,' Leon said, and locked eyes with everyone in the room. When they met with Merlin's they stopped and focused. 'Accident or not, what you did—'

Merlin crossed his arms. 'I know.'

'It's our job to keep the public safe and protect ourselves where necessary, but never kill someone who attacks your partner,' Leon continued, focusing his glare on Merlin. The confusion was there, a soft light that was being eaten away by a deep frown. 'That's not what a good detective does. That's not what a good person does.'

'That's enough, Leon,' Arthur said and stepped a little in front of Merlin. The small barrier was welcome, but it wasn't anything useful. A gesture, an instinct, that left them as exposed to the pain and anger that filled up the room around them. It spilled out from everyone in varying degrees. Gwen was forgiving. Gwaine was hurt and furious but understanding. Percy and Elyan were pragmatic, understood, but equally unhappy. Merlin could see the process of a connection being weighed, measured, and cut behind Leon's stare.

Leon shifted his gaze and there was accusation, low and hurt, in his voice. 'You don't see it because you're too close. Merlin changed you. I thought it was for the better. I care about you both, but I'm not going to pretend I'm okay with Merlin dragging you into his mess.'

'Leon,' Gwaine started.

'I can't forgive murder,' he cut in. 'That's the line we're taught to never cross, as police and as good people. Merlin crossed it. There's no coming back from that. I've seen it with enough criminals before. Look at what just happened. You two actually attacked each other in Scotland Yard's headquarters. How far gone are you two really? What else are you hiding from us?'

Arthur's hands curled into fists by his side. 'I understand why—'

'No,' Leon snapped with a wide eyed, openly defeated look, 'you don't. How could you? I've been with you from the start, Arthur. We worked our way into the CID together. Years. I knew the kind detective you wanted to be. How you wanted to help people and save lives. Since Merlin showed up, sure we're all better investigators, but— You're standing with him after he murdered a suspect and victim in her own right. I don't know how to get past that.'

'I'm sorry,' Arthur said.

'Are you? I can't tell anymore.'

Merlin watched Arthur's shoulders drop. He could barely breathe for fear of moving and breaking the impossibly balanced tension. No one said anything. What could they say? He felt Gwaine's stare fix on him, Elyan's, Percy's, then Leon's.

'I can stand by magic, and all the fucked up things we face,' he said, the anger in his voice collapsing. 'I can't work with a murderer.'

Merlin pressed his lips together. A shiver crackled its way through his body, striking up unpleasant fire that burned beneath his skin. Burned white and cold, smoke curling up to sting behind his eyes. Leon voiced everything he felt. Everything he was true. It hurt, it made him break inside somewhere, and he enjoyed the pain of it because it was true. Real. It wasn't a lie. It was who he was and deserved to be. It's why he had to do better. Be better.

'You're right. Internal Affairs has launched an investigation into me,' he said. 'You're all probably involved already. My time's up.'

'Merlin, don't say that,' Gwen said.

'I'm not quitting. Not yet. I'll probably be dismissed in the next few weeks as I should be. Until then all I can ask is that we do all we can to stop and arrest Nix before then. That we find a way to handle magic crime. Once we've done that,' he trailed off. He hated the way they all looked at him. He wished this was a dream, that it wasn't real, that he could clap his hands and everything would be fine.

'I agree,' Gwaine piped up. 'There's more to this, to you, than we know. There always is. Arthur's the one who you've let behind the curtain and he's the only one for a reason. I trust you. I don't blame you for any of this. You do your best like we all do. The difference is you play on a different court and a different game. I know that if you didn't we'd all be worse off,' he said, then looked at Leon. 'I see where you're coming from and I won't try to change your mind, but we aren't detectives anymore. With magic, those undead ghost things, we— We can't think and behave like normal policemen anymore. If we do, we'll most likely die, or at least lose to the bad guys.'

'Well put,' Kilgharrah said. His voice carried an odd weight and grabbed everyone's attention. 'Regardless of your personal feelings, we are still the only Murder Team equipped and aware enough to handle Old Religion and the Dorocha. We solve the cases, work together, for the sake of the public. Then, Merlin will no longer be a part of the team.'

'What?' Arthur asked.

Kilgharrah lifted one eyebrow. 'It's the truth. Now, I want surveillance on this Nix. Leon, you Gwen and Gwaine will head it. No one ever watches him alone. Elyan and Percy, write up the interviews and clear up the pathology report for a court case.'

'How can we bring this to trial?' Leon asked.

'Manipulation,' Kilgharrah said. 'We can spin it so magic influence is replaced by skilful manipulation. It's a hard sell, but with more evidence, and a joint drugs case linked to murder and Nix, it's possible the Crown Courts will be able to make an arrest with life imprisonment. Merlin, I want you to return to the scene and check for any residual magic.'

He nodded with acknowledgment but watched Arthur. His stare was distant, unfocused, and then he walked out. He left the room entirely without a word.

'Should I?' Gwen asked, but Gwaine shook his head, and Kilgharrah said, 'Leave him be. I'm guessing he's processing whatever the fight was about. I prefer my Sergeant's clearheaded.'

'As if Merlin's clearheaded?' Leon asked.

'Stop it, will you?' Gwen snapped.

'Go do your duties,' Kilgharrah ordered and returned to his office. Merlin got out of the room before Gwaine, or Gwen, or anyone could grab him. The pressure and twisting in his stomach and chest, the heat and lump in his throat, started to break through. He couldn't be there with them anymore. He cold barely be at all.

Going home, back to Arthur's flat, was an oppressive experience. He felt disconnected from the strangers, the touch of the bus seat, the cold and bright view from the scratched window. He barely registered the people who gave him concerned looks where the blood had dried against his skin, tight and cool. Walking into the warm flat, breathing in the familiar smells, Merlin toed off his shoes, threw off the coat and scarf and walked into the living room where he saw Arthur.

'How did you know I'd be here?' Arthur asked him, still facing forward at the black screen of the tv, sat on the edge of the sofa.

'I didn't,' he said and walked in. 'I couldn't stay there so I came here.'

When he stepped around the arm of the sofa he saw that Arthur's eyes were still red. He listened to the rainfall outside as it started softly. He'd abandoned his own coat, the plain dark blue shirt tighter around his upper arms and chest. Merlin sat down next to him. His lip was no longer bleeding.

'That was rough,' Arthur breathed.

Merlin shifted closer, so their sides were pressed together, warm and connected. 'I never thought life could be this hard.'

'We never think a lot of things and they happen anyway. That's how it works,' Arthur said and Merlin felt his muscles relax, the twisting ease, the pressure fade like it did when he stepped into a shower after training.

'I know you're not,' Merlin said as the rain hit the window pane harder, 'but will you be okay?'

'I will be if you are.' Arthur looked at him at last. He moved his hand, turned it over palm up, and Merlin took it. They laced their fingers together, hands balanced between their knees. 'This is one of those make or break times. Either we rise up to it or we don't and, even with what you're asking me to do, I want to rise. I have to. Let's be brave. For ourselves and the others.'

'Yeah,' Merlin said, studying the conviction in Arthur's eyes, the overwhelming pride and comfort and love filling up his to his throat. There it met the tight, icy cord of fear, uncertainty, self-loathing, and waited. It was okay. It wasn't. The two coexisting, hate and love, fear and comfort. Arthur's hand in his. Rain pattered again the glass. 'Let's be brave.'

(Playlist for Be Brave:

-In Flames by Digital Daggers

-Serpent of Old (featuring Ciscandra Nostalghia) by Seven Lions

-Hail To The Victor by Thirty Seconds to Mars

-June by Florence + The Machine

-I'd Rather Be With Them by Marika Hackman

-Hear Me by Imagine Dragons

-Icarus by Bastille

-The Weight of Us by Sanders Bohlke

-Blinding by Florence + The Machine)