Can't think of a ton of other reasons why I'd suddenly fall asleep and wake up in a totally different world. [ Not to mention that people had been dropping like flies over the past few days - she'd been expecting to be on the chopping block soon enough anyway, she'd just been hoping she'd put up a way more badass fight beforehand. ] Isn't this what some people say the afterlife's supposed to be like?

[ Admittedly the Ninth's philosophy on the afterlife is more along the lines of 'be grateful your meatsack will be puppeted around as a slave to your House long after your death', but it's not like Gideon's ever paid attention during the sermons anyway. She's always preferred the idea of being rewarded after a life of complete bullshit with an eternity of monsters to fight and a dozen beautiful maidens sighing over how huge her biceps are afterwards, and no decrepit nun is gonna take that away from her. ]

Huh. [ Her grunt isn't so much surprise as acknowledgment; in her defense, a good chunk of the people in Drearburh are half-blind or worse thanks to a combination of both living on a planet with minimal light and being old as balls. Still, super tragic for anyone not to be able to look at Gideon's hotness. So sad. ] You ever come across anyone who thinks not caring about anything's the same thing as being cool, or who are just super doom and gloom like all the time? If personality could be a color, that's the color black.