Wyatt didn't even seem to notice the strange in the navy tailcoats, once Howard came running, he only had eyes for the boy.

He'd done it. He'd made it.

He'd kept his promise.

With that knowledge, with that done, the last of his strength drained out of him on a wave of relief. On the sea of burning pain that he'd just managed to hold at bay.

"No..t-not," he stammered as he sank, legs giving out, to the sticky ground. "Hurt. Cap-capitol did-"

His head rocked, rolling like a flower on a broken stem, trying to find Howard.