Gideon thinks to the very little she knows about Blood of Eden, much of that coming from the pissed off throat of a corpse her dead mum was possessing at the time. They are absolutely fuck yourself and die hateful of necromancy. What if that's not of magic, only of necromancy? She tosses it off. The Cohort would know about that, she thinks. It'd be known after all this time. Unless? What if BoE kept it secret? Or have whatever technology that means anyone can use it (what the fuck, Gideon thinks at that thought)? Or if he's not Blood of Eden at all but (possibly not the first time she's wondered about people here) some other group that fucked off all those years ago. Some group that's not "necromancers must diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie"? Huh.

"The ones I know of, yeah," Gideon says. "Necromancers becoming necromancer lyctors." She wonders if there are any baby pictures of Sephiroth, something she could use to check eye color.

She hums. "Saying anyone can use magic sounds way out there. I'd totally go and do it, but that's not here is it? We're in some other god's domain," she sighs. Perhaps each god makes their own magical rules? "Any gods in your world?"