Mithias gasped as his right arm was blown apart by the bolter round, but the sound was drowned in the shockwave of explosion as the cannon of his fired downward into the building itself, shattering the concrete and bending and tearing the steel beams below. The rooftop itself was never designed to bear much weight and it crumbled down, collapsing onto the floor below it, causing a chain reaction that began at least half the building falling in on itself in a massive demolition. Rubble spewed out in every direction, raining death on anything below that wasn't already transformed by the warpstorm. Mithias was lost in the cloud of dust and destruction. It was painful just as he thought, but in a way the pain was comforting. It was a reminder that he had been alive, if only for a moment, before the end. All went dark, all anguish dispelled as all dreams were rendered meaningless by the fact they would never be achieved. Everything could be let go. It didn't matter who killed him, or how or where or when. Whatever coma he had been trapped in was finally over as his captor finally decided to release him, forever. There was no one to live for. Oblivion had waited long enough.