"Then you aren't giving yourself an authentic Nav experience," she says. Gideon cannot imagine a stripped down version of her without all of her sense of humor. It sounds too bleak. Gideon's not imagined Harrow's life without her in it. That was supposed to be the advantage of the one sacrificing themselves. She's never one to catch a break.

"If I'd known that was all it'd take, I'd have gotten sacrilegious sooner," she says. She's never feeling bad for that again (not that she felt bad before).

Her hand splays against Harrow's back, providing the support of an exoskeleton. "We were one flesh, and if you look around, we're now one end. Guess it was right." Gideon watches Harrow's face. This place means a lot of shit, and Gideon only cares, right then, that it's the two of them against the world again.