Gideon shrugs. She knows far from the whole picture, what with being ten thousand years late to the conversation. No one bothers to explain what the adults all knew about.

"It's punishing the children for what their parents did," Gideon explains. "Your father killed my father. Prepare to die!" She rolls her eyes. "Except you know, it's been ten thousand years." Myriad doesn't have the same ring to it.