"Second part's easier," Gideon says, "Got tossed in the River without a good grip on Harrow's body." Then she had shown up here. One metaphorical body of water to another. Necromancer mumbo jumbo could theorize what this was better than Gideon. Sucked in by a mouth, across the river, down the river, take one's pick of traveling via a river metaphor, and one of them is bound to be right.
She absently reaches for her sword. It's not there, so Gideon runs the hand through her hair instead. Camilla's more important than her sword, but what she would give for her sword. "1/10 do not recommend being stuck in the back of someone's mind," Gideon says, "Saw plenty of things, but in a toddler conducting a shadow puppet play with their first constructs kind of way. Very patchy, incomplete, and lacking a lot of normal ass context. Not helped by people who've known each other ten thousand years barely needing words and NOT needing to complete their thoughts in a way the new kids can follow. So, eh?" Gideon shrugs. It's underselling it.
Camilla, my father is GOD and my mother is WAKE ME UP INSIDE and his mortal enemy is right there. Mostly because Camilla's question reminds Gideon of the weirdest fucking conversation in her life. She hasn't talked about it yet. Not going to start now.
"Sorry I couldn't stop Palamedes from exploding himself," Gideon says instead. She still remembers being pinned like a butterfly. Too many god-damned conversations where Gideon can't do jack shit.
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She absently reaches for her sword. It's not there, so Gideon runs the hand through her hair instead. Camilla's more important than her sword, but what she would give for her sword. "1/10 do not recommend being stuck in the back of someone's mind," Gideon says, "Saw plenty of things, but in a toddler conducting a shadow puppet play with their first constructs kind of way. Very patchy, incomplete, and lacking a lot of normal ass context. Not helped by people who've known each other ten thousand years barely needing words and NOT needing to complete their thoughts in a way the new kids can follow. So, eh?" Gideon shrugs. It's underselling it.
Camilla, my father is GOD and my mother is WAKE ME UP INSIDE and his mortal enemy is right there. Mostly because Camilla's question reminds Gideon of the weirdest fucking conversation in her life. She hasn't talked about it yet. Not going to start now.
"Sorry I couldn't stop Palamedes from exploding himself," Gideon says instead. She still remembers being pinned like a butterfly. Too many god-damned conversations where Gideon can't do jack shit.