That wasn’t her blood in the mirror, not most of it. Gideon doesn’t correct Sephiroth’s notion because they’d turn the corner from some bad shit all the way to Gideon’s mistakes greatest hits avenue. “What, like you wouldn’t lose a little blood fighting hordes of magical maddening person-sized space wasps?” She says instead. “No one could like cleaning that up afterward. Not even the constructs.”

“I’m the one you chose to go into the House of Mirrors with,” Gideon says, “Breaking down some defenseless mirrors doesn’t count as sparring. You looked around, and who’d you land on? Me.”

She looks at him, wondering if he’s even worse at this friends business than Gideon is. “You got friends back whether you came from?” Gideon asks. “How’d they earn their friendship bracelets?”