The island is bright and colorful, and the village getting ready for this highly religious moment feels similar to home. Only, the villagers are all alive. That creates more chitchat and excitement than most skeletons can muster. That doesn't really catch in Gideon's system. She believes the Oracle and the Ancient exist. It's simply not her religion.
The opening of the flower with fleshy magical growth (could even be necromancy, heck, if actually no the villagers are not alive same as everyone else; this place has very active and fleshy dead) is a magical act from a day that ends in y. Nothing to lose her breakfast over, nothing to nerd out over. It works. That's what matters.
She waits her turn, taking a couple days, fine letting the people who've been looking to this longer than Gideon's known it existed get their time in with their religious figure. Since food is always what has motivated her (and Gideon has been greatly enjoying the food here, even her simple boiled water protein), that's what she gathers, partially fasting to save more and more for the moment with the Oracle. She'll miss it. She misses it even more once she's handed it over. Gideon can survive (dead or alive) on less.
"I know we're all supposed to work to improve, and the answer to my question doesn't change that. I've died, nearly died, died and still been alive, in too many iterations for that," Gideon tries to be respectful. She appreciates not being related to this deity. "How many travelers are dead versus alive--all, some, none?" She's thought everyone is dead, but not everyone thinks they are dead. Shit, being dead if they're not expecting it sucks (sometimes sucks even when it's expected). Denial doesn't help anyone or anything, whether that's seeing people who live one lifetime as dead souls walking or convincing themselves they're still alive. Gideon just wants to know, to walk around without it hanging over her.
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The opening of the flower with fleshy magical growth (could even be necromancy, heck, if actually no the villagers are not alive same as everyone else; this place has very active and fleshy dead) is a magical act from a day that ends in y. Nothing to lose her breakfast over, nothing to nerd out over. It works. That's what matters.
She waits her turn, taking a couple days, fine letting the people who've been looking to this longer than Gideon's known it existed get their time in with their religious figure. Since food is always what has motivated her (and Gideon has been greatly enjoying the food here, even her simple boiled water protein), that's what she gathers, partially fasting to save more and more for the moment with the Oracle. She'll miss it. She misses it even more once she's handed it over. Gideon can survive (dead or alive) on less.
"I know we're all supposed to work to improve, and the answer to my question doesn't change that. I've died, nearly died, died and still been alive, in too many iterations for that," Gideon tries to be respectful. She appreciates not being related to this deity. "How many travelers are dead versus alive--all, some, none?" She's thought everyone is dead, but not everyone thinks they are dead. Shit, being dead if they're not expecting it sucks (sometimes sucks even when it's expected). Denial doesn't help anyone or anything, whether that's seeing people who live one lifetime as dead souls walking or convincing themselves they're still alive. Gideon just wants to know, to walk around without it hanging over her.