Manners are a solid attempt. They can go a long ways. Even if they're missing some piece of the puzzle. Something that looks duh in hindsight. Like the fact no one spared one year old Gideon Nav on purpose; in her defense, no one expects to be able to survive something that wipes out a whole generation. Not unless they know more than Gideon did growing up.

"Hello Not Dead, we must be related," Gideon grins. Sephiroth wasn't in the room where she said almost the same thing. Except better. Not Fucking Dead. She doesn't know how she feels about the dad behind the dad joke, but it's still funny.

She shrugs. "Here I'm not," Gideon says, "No fucking clue about back home. What with the whole jumping in the River of the afterlife thing. Even if I am, who knows, maybe the Ancient can do something about that." She got a few points for not killing Harrow and a handful for making Harrow believe that color exists.