It was hard for others to explain death. They could wax poetic about it, maybe pull on some of the sadness they had felt when they experienced the death of close loved ones. But in reality, they could never truly know.
Despite the words of the angel lady, Grey definitely felt like he knew. He couldn't have been more intimate with death.
He had felt that knife in his gut the first time he faced death. He had felt every inch of himself melting when he fused with the Goblin Spirit. He had experienced the arrow that stuck out of his head because of Fitz. He had withstood every furious tirade Esmeralda went on. He had faced the ire of the Genesis System more times than he cared to recall or count.
He had scratched and clawed for every moment of every day to make it to where he was today.
