💀 (think it means Barry dies)
send 💀 for my muse to die in your arms.
Despite his smiles, his laughter and happiness. Barry didn’t believe he would live a very long life, perhaps he could, if he was more careful. But self preservation was never high on his list, what mattered to him was helping people, saving them, protecting hist city. A city that would some day be protected by Wally when he’s ready or when Barry’s gone.Still. He didn’t believe it would come to an end this way, this soon. Nevertheless, he didn’t feel much regret, sure there was some, like what actions he could have taken. At least the other was safe, Barry had made sure of that.
The team’s going to be so pissed at him, he gave a slight smile as he thought about it. Perhaps that was the one true regret he had, all the people he was leaving behind so suddenly. Breathing was getting to be difficult, and clenched at one of the arms hold him. It hurts. And he’s a little scared. And it shows, even behind his cowl, as he eyes look up, meeting another pair-- he coughs, and painfully breaths.
Yet, he does manage a smile, a reassuring one, at least he hopes it was. He didn’t want anyone blaming themselves, this was his choice, his action. And Barry would do it again in a heart beat.