The stare earns a light fistbump to his shoulder. Most of the Ninth wouldn't be upset that she died. Crux is probably livid to be denied her corpse. Tough shit for him.

"Eh, it's more like recycling," Gideon says, "Nothing goes to waste, so eventually you get treated and animated into a construct to work the snow leek fields. Or get smashed apart in sword training exercises. Or become prayer beads. Or--you get the picture. Alcoves are right down there, already dug."