And yet somehow he didn't feel great at the fact it was something they shared. He hadn't doubted that dying would be a horrible experience. Before he left, he'd already been told he was going to die and come back. But it's different knowing it and forgetting it when it actually matters. His death hadn't been quick. It had been long and brutal, painful to the point he was so broken he couldn't hold on any more.

"No one deserves it." No one good any way. No one decent. Even his enemies, they didn't deserve it because what they did, death was far too good for them. Death was the cheats way out for them. He didn't take it as a dig, it was true sometimes after all.

"Two out of three. Never had a childhood to have a hero so..."