She’s not about to pour her heart out or reveal her gather full details of her relationship with Harrow (a thing rarely if ever talked about honestly, even between them). The name, however, isn’t some huge secret. Harrow still uses it, and Gideon doesn’t mind sharing at least that much. Perhaps Sephiroth has an embarrassing personal nickname from someone he doesn’t admit to caring about.

“You do you, bro,” Gideon says. She steps back enough to avoid most of the splash zone. If only the shards would come together into some mirror construct tom fight this would be a lot more fun. She picks up some pieces of moderate size. They’re sharp. They’re different. They could be useful. A lifetime in the Ninth House teaches people not to waste things.

Staying some steps behind, Gideon watches his reflection. “Anything important about the way your reflection…” she motions toward what doesn’t match. “Is like that?”