Dying wasn't any easier the second time, but it was for something. I'd do it again. I do in some ways, over and over in perpetuity. Knowing it was for something makes it easier than the first time when it wasn't. I was just a kid then.
Fortuity and sacrifice. The first time someone else died on the ley line when they shouldn't have so that I could live when I shouldn't have. The second time my - brothers sacrificed something important to them to bring me back.