Just finished the first Destiny book, and even there the astronomical casualty count is easily the least appealing aspect of an otherwise entertaining book. Blowing more shit up, killing more people, is being taken as byword for greater relevance, but I've lost interest. Any idiot with a gun can take life; it's creation that's the real challenge, I think, and that's what I want to see in my fiction: new worlds, new species, being moved because of something magnificent and complex that leaves you with a sense of awe, not in a depressive funk.
Speaking for myself, I can tell you that in reading
Destiny, and in reading
Full Circle, it was not the death that struck me as meaningful. It was the manner in which characters facing imminent death, imminent extinction, or coping with other characters' deaths, managed to keep living and to keep doing the right thing.
Take T'Lana for instance. Not a very well-liked character -- a very arrogant and selfish person, frankly. Yet her death scene in
Lost Souls was incredibly moving to me, because in spite of her imminent death, she continued to make herself a better person. She was in the process of analyzing her previous behavior and learning again to feel guilt (which is not something that should be wallowed in, but IS something that a healthy person should experience after they've done something wrong). And while she spent several of her last moments allowing herself to feel regret and vulnerability, she did something else right before she died that stuck with me:
"T'Lana shut her eyes... and accepted what she could not change."
That's a huge thing. T'Lana was the character who would
not accept the things she could not change, who would literally defy her commanding officer rather than accept that which was beyond her ability to control. For her to accept something she could not change, and something so frightening and painful as her own imminent death, was a
huge piece of personal growth.
Even in the face of imminent death, T'Lana continued to live and grow as a person.
I found it very sad -- but also very inspirational. Even in our last moments, we can continue to grow. We can die as better people than we were just a few moments before our deaths.