The Bastard was dead and they'd all won and the Spire was gone and he was dead?
Greg tried to say some or all of these things, but his words seemed to stick in his throat and all he could manage was some wild-eyed staring. Then he shoved his hands into his hair and turned away as the Force sang with the truth of Gen's words.
And then he felt a bit lightheaded from the sheer hugeness of what he'd been told, and his knees wobbled a bit, so he wound up sitting on the floor.