When the helicopter got hit, BH did his best to stay on board, to grab the parachute but there was no real time to react.
"Boss... BOSS!!!" He cried out for help but got blown outside. it felt like the time slowed down. The sound of blowing wind almost made him deaf, yet he still could hear his own scream on the way down.
Denial. This couldn't be happening, it was his first mission, he couldn't die in such a trivial way. He deserved better.
Anger. BH thrashed against the air. The empty space fought back with twice as power, making him lose balance and spin around.
Bargaining. If he caught Boss' hand it would be okay, he would be safe. If he got to that parachute in time. He could have continued the mission.
Depression. He let down Boss, he was a failure. How could he let this happen?... It was all meaningless now anyway, as he was falling.
"It's okay... It will be over soon..."
Thought about his father blinked through his mind and his body hit the ground, nothing but a red mark on dirt now.
Was this how Icarus felt...?