Gideon rolls her shoulders. "Yeah, been thinking a lot about that. If I ever get an audience with the motherfucker¹, I will have some questions. But—yeah, the eating me thing. It was supposed to make us a Saint. So like—it's what He wanted, as well as what I wanted. The same way your society wanted you to be a pretty, and you wanted it, too. Point is, either neither of us are cowards or both of us are, which makes it all pretty null, right?"

¹ Blasphemous AND ironic!