As much as Alex tried to catch his breath, to stop the blood from pumping out of his body, he knew that it was futile even as he tried it. He was dying and nothing would change that and nothing would change the devastation that the ones he loved were about to go through. Or the devastation that the ones he loved were about to cause. Alex knew Michael and he knew Gabriel. He knew what they would do after his death, both to Whele and to the world at large. Neither would long out live him and while he could give two fucks for Whele, he did regret the world. There was little Alex could do about it though as he was well aware that he was dying. Whele had shot him well, ensuring his death and his suffering by shooting him in the gut