"No because this is ten thousand years later," Gideon says, "the bomb droppers weren't immortal. They're so dead their bones aren't even dust and their souls have been ripped to shreds and so to for their grandchildren's grandchildren's grandchildren. Like, they're gone, buddy pal friend." She sighs.

"I don't believe in any of that sins of the parents become sins of their kids nonsense," Gideon says. Which, good thing, or she'd be screwed. ~God~ is a sinner, not a saint.