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The truth of the matter was that Gilbert Beilschmidt was dying. The strange thing was, this no longer terrified him. He'd had years to come to terms with his newfound mortality. He used to fear death, but now, the thought of it was comforting like an old friend. There was no point in fighting against it or trying to run. The Grim Reaper got us all in the end. Not even his weird quasi-nation status had exempted him like West and Gilbert had previously believed. If Prussia was being honest, he thought it sucked. Finding that out had sent him into a rage. Glasses were shattered, items were thrown across the room. Material objects could be dest