He felt each death just like he'd always felt each death. The first few caused him to wince, the second wave to clutch at his chest, by the time the third wave rolled around, Jamie collapsed. Pieces of him were dying and he didn't even know which ones.

Some plan, Madrox.

Tears in his eyes, Jamie looked up at the chaos. Dupes were flying left and right, some hitting the ground dead while others merely fell off the bridge.

I'm going to die.

The thought was sobering to say the least. Blindly he reached out and began to absorb the hurt and still fighting dupes. Because if he was going to die? He only wanted to do it once.