"Because they would prefer a warrior's death or because they live with their heads up their asses and should have to pass it back out as part of a noisy painful passing?" Gideon asks with equanimity. All sorts of people exist. She knows nothing about them. Her refusal to give up quietly in the face of death doesn't mean everyone else wants to do the same. Isaac probably expected to get blown up by a grenade outside the Nine Houses. After he made a bunch of little Isaacs. Not as a pimply teen pincushion.

She takes a long slow breath and tries to remember how he looked whining and moaning at Magnus. She should have had Harrow. She should have asked Magnus how he got them to listen because she knows nothing about getting teenagers to do what she wants. Just look at Harrow.

A blink, and Gideon looks back at Sephiroth.