“Anything intelligent should be able to handle one shitty expletive,” Gideon says. If it’s some kind of Harrow too-literalness, then sure, perhaps the lacking of fucking is a problem with using that word. She considers ‘Gideon shitting Nav’ because that one’s sure true. The image of Harrow making a face but opening the door because it’s technically true makes her smile.

“Or we have to say it together or hold hands while saying our names or maybe it’d like a fighting demo. I vote we try that one,” Gideon says. She looks to the dead end of mirrors stretching out. “Gideon Nav.”

She waits. No luck.

“You can try yours. If it wants poetry, I know some that will never leave your head.”