[surprisingly, there are no more gunshots after the first-- the other assassins were only there to make sure the job was done, and because their sniper did their job the first time, they never followed up.

the memory starts to turn grey around the edges, and the people on the street start to disappear one by one. nehan doesn't know what happened to them after all, the only thing he remembers is himself, the slow way his body was failing him, and his own thoughts.]

As far as I was concerned in this moment, I was all alone. [the erune steps into the store, the sound now hollow, as if listening to it from a tube. he deftly avoids the blood, giving the body of his younger self a wide berth.

the erune on the floor barely moves after collapsing, cheek pressed against the worn, aged wood as he feels the blood leak out of his body from the wound and soak into the floor. his eyes are wide, shocked that someone managed to get the drop on him, that he was that careless despite his efforts. then, slowly, his expression begins to relax, and the next breaths he takes are shallow, and he doesn't attempt to get any more air than what his body allows.

when he finally closes his eyes, the memory finally losing all color, he's smiling.]

It was peaceful, despite the pain. I was never afraid of death after all. I simply thought I could finally rest.