Gideon's grin nearly eats her face. "It's like you almost forgot what my days are like when I choose them," she teases. This island is a much more happening place than Canaan House. People are dancing, swimming, doing something noisy in the trees (are they cutting them down with axes?), and that's just what she's picked up in what feels like fifteen minutes.

That's all well and good. She doesn't entirely get what Harrow's saying about local. If it's part of the River or something in the River or past the River (not that any of that makes sense to Gideon as terminology, she's parroting here), spoiler alert: shit gets weird. "I'm late?" Gideon asks. "My apologies for not dying sooner. I'd have beat you here if you had eaten me like I told you to. Like you were supposed to. You don't get to shove me down into some deep recess of your mind and blame me. I tried to keep you alive. I don't know how to do that when someone dumps us entirely into the depths of the river." Gideon does know what she should have done. She should have killed the old lady lyctor before she tried to murder... Gideon isn't comfortable with a way to refer to him. Harrow calls him God. So sure, it's her fault. Harrow doesn't have a way to know that though.