The words are gently said, as much as something like that can be. It's like the diagnosis of a fatal disease, except the fatal disease could be classified simply as being Gansey. It doesn't even occur to him to doubt the truth of the list--they'd seen the truth of that in action.
He was going to die. He wasn't ever going to graduate high school, wasn't going to go to college, wasn't going to have to debate the merits of a career. He'd never get married or have children, never see any of his friends grow into the men they would someday become. Would he even find Glendower, or die in the attempt?
Some part of him feels a sense of terrible relief, and Gansey hates himself a little.
"I'm...I'm going to die. Jesus. And you've all known for months." His eyes narrow. "Is this why you've been acting so guilty?" He's angry. It's not Noah's fault he's going to die, he's just the messenger. But Gansey has no idea where to point his anger about what is, ultimately, just the unfairness of life.
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He was going to die. He wasn't ever going to graduate high school, wasn't going to go to college, wasn't going to have to debate the merits of a career. He'd never get married or have children, never see any of his friends grow into the men they would someday become. Would he even find Glendower, or die in the attempt?
Some part of him feels a sense of terrible relief, and Gansey hates himself a little.
"I'm...I'm going to die. Jesus. And you've all known for months." His eyes narrow. "Is this why you've been acting so guilty?" He's angry. It's not Noah's fault he's going to die, he's just the messenger. But Gansey has no idea where to point his anger about what is, ultimately, just the unfairness of life.