The reaction was something that he could have expected, and yet for some reason it still caused a whole new sort of anger to shoot through Harvey, at least briefly. But if Grell was a death god like he'd claimed, then Harvey had to assume that he was so used to the very idea that he couldn't take it seriously. Something that was enough to crush a normal person was probably nothing to someone whose job it was to handle it.

Which really meant that Grell was the wrong person to talk to about this, but it wasn't like Harvey had much choice at this point. He certainly wasn't asking for sympathy or help, so he had no idea where the redhead had gotten that idea. He'd been here, minding his own damn business, and Grell had come over to poke his nose into things.

Still, the last thing he wanted to be accused of was being someone who either couldn't handle death or only reacted to it by mourning. Maybe if Rachel's death had happened differently, he would have been content to mourn her quietly, but everything had changed after that night. He didn't really view death the same way anymore. "Revenge," he replied, his one visible eye narrowed as he stared down at his sad excuse for food. "Aguilar went too far." And he was going to bring him to justice in the only way he knew how to now.