It was all that had kept him going for a very long time. Life was tired, Earth was weary and disgusting, and humanity was failing at best. He was beyond done with it all, and ready to join Amara… wherever she had gone. If death would allow it, he would hunt the realms for her. They would be reunited. If death did not allow it, if there was nothing remaining once the body and mind disintegrated, then so be it. Oblivion was better than pain.Some indeterminate amount of time ago, he’d been on the verge of ending it all. He’d lingered in this realm, going through the motions of existence, but afraid of whatever lay beyond. He’d been about to give up… when he’d realized that the Old Man was no longer in the angel realm. He wasn’t sure how he’d come about the knowledge… it was as if he’d learned it all in a dream or something. It was the same way with his knowledge of the Culmination. It was vague and there was no recollection of the source of his intel; he simply knew. When he’d realized the Old Man wasn’t in the angel realm, it had given Gregori renewed hope, and a reason not to kill himself.
