Gideon shrugs. "End of the day I fight for people," she says, "so the choice is easy even if the fight isn't." That's something she can sleep easy about. She knows there's a whole ass dumb war (it's hard for it not to seem dumb when one of her parents leads/led each side). People are people, everywhere.

She slurps up more of the fish and sauce, which makes her feel kind again toward her company. "Life gets more complicated that. I'm not that dumb, but if you remember people are people, that they're what matters, then even after ten thousand years you shouldn't be doing a shit ass job of it." She's not sure if anyone got that.