"You try explaining physics to bacteria," Gideon says. Or theorems to a cavalier. Camilla might get it; Gideon does not. Not that she thinks Sephiroth or anyone here is that mindless. Only that their ability to tell what the fuck is going on is a lot less than the Ancient's. That if they could see how she sees, they'd see the exit. And the hands off teaching style means 'walk yourself to the door.' It might be its own kind of fail, but it doesn't make keeping them here malicious. 'God' didn't see an immortal murderer crashing his lyctor party, so what can the Ancient miss? How closely is she watching?

She blinks. "I don't know," Gideon says. "Not forever. Probably. There's stuff more important than my sword that I want. I'm not sure she's offering, but I'm not sure she's not offering." She sighs. "I don't know what I'd be going back to." By which she means Harrow. Just because she outdid Harrow in round one in the 'dying to protect each other' games doesn't mean she's won round two.