Gideon is not a poet. Nor much of a reader (of poetry, magical theory texts, or anything else considered of value). “More into puns myself,” Gideon says. She briefly considers punning the house of mirrors into letting them out. Annoying people is one of her great skills. Just ask Crux.
The mirrors aren’t so much telling a story as depicting Gideon the different ways people could see her. Some of them good, some of them bad, some of them Gideon wants to turn away from but always continues to see in the corner of her eye.
“We could,” Gideon agrees. She bites her lip rather than moving forward on that. Harrow’s voice is in her head, and Gideon knows Harrow wouldn’t simply brute force her way out (Harrow does not do brute force). Surely Harrow will be disappointed in her if Gideon breaks it all down. “We’ll always have that option, so lets take a minute.”
What would Harrow do? What would Harrow see? If these are Gideon moments, they are ones Harrow has almost seen all of. Gideon’s eyes slide back toward the bloody vision of herself, the one that clearly must have been how she looked the night Gideon went down into the complex with the Fourth House. Isaac. Then Jeanne-Mary. That’s their blood on her hands. What’s the point of showing her that? Gideon fucks up, and it gets people killed. (see also not killing the Saint of Failing to Kill Harrow (wait, that’s like two of them) and everything going to shit). It feels like doing those tests again, somewhere between the two they completed. She doesn’t get to fight anything with her sword, but she’s also not in how-the-fuck-am-I-alive agony.
“Cavalier Primary,” she tries. “Dumbass-in-chief.” She looks over at Sephiroth’s reflections. Back at hers. Hmm? “Goths who like boobs.”
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The mirrors aren’t so much telling a story as depicting Gideon the different ways people could see her. Some of them good, some of them bad, some of them Gideon wants to turn away from but always continues to see in the corner of her eye.
“We could,” Gideon agrees. She bites her lip rather than moving forward on that. Harrow’s voice is in her head, and Gideon knows Harrow wouldn’t simply brute force her way out (Harrow does not do brute force). Surely Harrow will be disappointed in her if Gideon breaks it all down. “We’ll always have that option, so lets take a minute.”
What would Harrow do? What would Harrow see? If these are Gideon moments, they are ones Harrow has almost seen all of. Gideon’s eyes slide back toward the bloody vision of herself, the one that clearly must have been how she looked the night Gideon went down into the complex with the Fourth House. Isaac. Then Jeanne-Mary. That’s their blood on her hands. What’s the point of showing her that? Gideon fucks up, and it gets people killed. (see also not killing the Saint of Failing to Kill Harrow (wait, that’s like two of them) and everything going to shit). It feels like doing those tests again, somewhere between the two they completed. She doesn’t get to fight anything with her sword, but she’s also not in how-the-fuck-am-I-alive agony.
“Cavalier Primary,” she tries. “Dumbass-in-chief.” She looks over at Sephiroth’s reflections. Back at hers. Hmm? “Goths who like boobs.”