"Mmm," Gideon grants in recognition. That's always been the case. The Ninth House the largest outlier of all the Houses (and the smallest House, so Gideon gathers). When that's true, why couldn't that be the case with an island? She's not sure how this place works. How different it is for different people. Not in a crazy doubting her sanity way. Just, life is weird shit.

She raises her eyebrows behind her sunglasses. Admittedly, Saxsice looks alive and well. So does Gideon. And Harrow. She knows that also isn't enough to make it true, to make it more than some afterlife no one knows anything about. "No offense and all that, but how do you know you're not dead?" Gideon asks. It sucks to have that news broken to you. She doesn't want to be the one to do that. Saxsice has been a nice decent person. Too many of those die this young.