Gideon looks at Sephiroth, and her look lingers. "With or without counting the 'at least one person died' issue?" Gideon asked. Sure, a Ninth funeral was from old age, the life sustained giving way for the construct to come. A second life as a farmer. Gideon would rather die somewhere else. Which sure, wish granted. She'd do better with her next one.

This... "No one's died of Christmas, right?"