"No, it's not." Jason was at the point where he was able to speak, even as tears continued to run down his cheeks. He'd always thought he was better with death than the rest of them. And maybe he was. He certainly had an easier time accepting it than Bruce. But being able to accept things he couldn't control didn't make it any easier to lose Cassandra.
Slowly but surely, the tears were starting to ebb. "I don't feel good, Death. But..." He couldn't really think of a way to phrase it. He didn't feel good, but... at least he felt. Better pain than nothing; pain would eventually end, but numbness could go on forever.