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James tells him where to go, and Eggsy goes. It’s instinct and trust, simple as that. Taking down any guards in his way is instinct, too, with a bit of panic mixed in.
“Don’t worry about me, Merlin,” he says as he knocks another guard off his feet. He wants to say that Merlin should focus on Roxy, but he knows to be vague and especially not to let on that they have another operative somewhere else. Maybe if they just think it’s him, Roxy and Merlin and Percival will pull it all off in time. Maybe --
(-- he’ll get to finish what Harry started, maybe he’ll get to spend his own afterlife with Harry and the knowledge that he made a difference--)
“Well done, both of you,” Merlin says in his ear, relieved, and Eggsy feels a rush of relief himself.
Roxy made it.
But of course it can’t be that easy. Percival gives him a nod as he chooses the umbrella from the weapons cabinet, and James echoes Merlin’s ‘good choice’ with a sad smile. They all know why he chose it.
“Eggsy,” Percival calls after a moment. “Now that they’re aware of our presence I’d like to be your partner on this impromptu mission.”
“But Merlin --”
“Can guard himself,” said man interrupts. “Arthur wasn’t allowed an unannounced guest, but they know you’re not Arthur anymore.”
“You’re not the only one with a personal stake in this,” Percival adds gently. “There’s no reason logical or not for you to go alone when Merlin can handle the plane himself. They’ll be prepared for you to show back up. They won’t be prepared for me.”
He's right, you know, James chimes in.
Eggsy sighs. “Thanks, bruv.”
It’s not enough. Eggsy and Percival hold up in doorways across from each other, guards coming down both sides of the hallway, and even James looks forlorn. Their only hope is Merlin and those chips, but even Merlin is surrounded. Part of Eggsy is accepting. He can be with his dad and Harry. He knows there’s more after death, he tried his best, right? Except that more now than ever he does not want to die. He wants to see his sister grow up. He wants to get his mum into a better home away from Dean. He wants to have a drink with Roxy and talk about missions. He wants time to show Harry that he picked right, that Eggsy could be the agent he saw in him. Then... maybe he could go and be with him for as long as ghosts could.
Eventually.
There’s fireworks down the hall.
Percival relaxes ever so slightly, although his guard is up once again when someone begins banging on the door behind Eggsy.
It’s a princess of all things. Eggsy almost flirts before realizing that Harry… Harry’s probably not truly gone, he can’t go throwing himself into people to mourn. Not without getting a chance to talk to Harry about his feelings.
He vaguely notices Percival picking up where he stopped, assuring the princess they’d be back for her as soon as they dealt with Valentine.