Noah crouched over Gansey's body. He said, for the last time, 'You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.'
Gansey died.
'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.'
He quietly slid from time.

If Glendower had not saved Gansey's life, he did not know who to thank, or who to be, or how to live.

It'll be OK. I'm ready. Blue, kiss me.

Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage. That was to be Gansey's greatness.

Depending on where you began the story, it was about Noah Czerny.

Where the hell is Ronan?” Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech. As he stepped out of the science building, he tipped his head backwards, as if Ronan Lynch – dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes – might somehow be flying overhead.