The air around him grows hot; his legs are glued in place and all Havok wants to do is reach out for Darwin, touch his fingertips, but he knows he’ll crumble faster. Nothing moves and no one speaks; Darwin’s eyes are hollow and locked on Havok’s for the last time, the memory already etching itself deep in the young mutant’s mind.
He doesn’t breath, doesn’t dare to move as he watches the man in front of him, but he’s not a man anymore — he’s dead, a soon-to-be pile of dust — and a sob catches in Havok’s throat. Anger and the need for revenge boil in his blood and his hands clench at his side; Havok blinks his eyes, surprised to find that they’re still dry.
When Darwin’s body crumbles, Havok takes a breath - his first one since Shaw attacked him - and he watches the dust and pieces fall to the ground. Dust swirls around, falling to the floor almost gracefully, and Havok can’t keep his eyes from watching the way it moves. He wants to scream, wants to kill Shaw and avenge Darwin, but what good will that do?
Havok says a silent goodbye to the ashes — to Darwin.