"Oh good, only that," Gideon says. Which, again, doesn't cover Harrow, her personal weirdly obsessive bone nerd. Things can be said simply, we're going to Canaan House so I can become a lyctor that are about as far from simple or easy as can be. Also, stupid as it may be, Gideon doesn't want ensuring she returns alive to have some universe fucking over consequences. She wants to be alive so fucking bad, but not at any cost. It never has been, no matter how many times she fantasized about things happening to people, even the times she meant it.

"This is also the longest I've gone without someone trying to kill me," Gideon points out. "It's a nice change of pace."