[These shots don't give him any time to react, expect or actually suffer pain because they come so fast. The first shot jerks his body upwards, hands twitching before the second nails him in the throat and ushers a responsive gurgle. His body slumps back down a lot more lifeless, thanks to the third bullet which puts him straight into unconsciousness. His chest rises and falls in a more frantic, jerking way. It was the strangest thing, those last few shots. Watching them happen, expecting them. It's almost a relief. And in a quick instant his Noah has faded completely, his head lolling back.]