I just finished watching the movie after not having seen it for quite a while. This idea came to me as I watched the final scenes.

Disclaimer - not mine.

I snapped his neck and let his body fall to the ground.

Prothero, Lilliman, Sutler, Creedy. They were all gone. But my work is not yet finished.

The feeling of adrenaline was fading away, leaving only my bullet-ridden body aching in agony.

I couldn't hear the scraping of my boots on the floor, or my short, laboured breath. I couldn't see my blood streaked across the walls. I could only hear my heartbeat pounding loudly in my ears. And my heartbeat was a name.

Evey. Evey. Evey. I had to get to her, had to see her.

I needed to tell her I loved her.

My legs gave out at the bottom of the steps. I didn't make it. I started to collapse when a pair of arms caught me and lowered me down gently.

Her face was etched with worry as she held me close and cradled my broken shell of a body.

And as I told her I loved her, her beautiful, intelligent eyes bore into mine, and I saw that she felt the same way.

I am finished.