Gideon stares back, blinking as little as possible. The vibe coming off Sephiroth feels so like Harrow in that moment. It explains how they both do and don't get along so well together. Ignoring the stick thin arms and legs and yeah, perhaps Sephiroth is more like Harrow than Silas Octakiseron. Gideon, however, knows what she sees. So long as this whole wild place isn't a dream... "Yep," she declares. Feeling a little charitable, Gideon adds, "Harrow came there from the undead island or whatever." Other people have mentioned that island, so she's fairly confident on it too.

With effort, Gideon doesn't look around them, so as to ask what direction forward is. Sure, she said 'back' to where he came from, but it's hard to ask about the even more unknown wherever the fuck else that exists is. Or how one would get there. "Choice to go where you want, check," Gideon says. She can agree with that one. "That'd be a new one."