I know the Death card isn't supposed to be literal at all, but........Molly holding his breath and drawing from the deck after praying they all make it through this, wanting so desperately for the show to go on. For this haven of all "lost, broken souls" to live on.
Molly hoping for a miracle, reaching desperately for some sign of reassurance...being forced in that moment to reckon with the reality. Knowing somehow, someway, it's all over. Everything's changed--he'll change. And when this has been his only constant, all he's ever known--when he wants so badly for it all to stay the same...How terrifying must that have been, to know it all ends tonight.
He closes his eyes, takes a breath. But even as he's forced to try and reconcile with it--to accept it--even knowing how this ends. He still puts on that charming smile and takes the stage, determined to give the best damn performance he can, no matter what fate says. "The show must go on." "We must--"
I think the Moonnweaver would be proud of him. Molly still trying his best for his circus family, even if there's nothing he can do to stop any of it--