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Gideon tends to think of her days as orbits: mostly consistent, hingeing around something with gravitational pull, like Sword, or Food, or Cute Girl; occasionally diverted when something new and heavy enough enters the picture. Lately, there's been a lot of diversion. She's looking forward to going back to her comforting little ellipses, but there's something she needs to do first.
Today, she's breaking her orbit to seek out Lan Wangji, for two reasons. The first is an offer: Galahad had told her he and Claudius were the ones who were going to take down whoever killed the poor dead twink, and she wants to be there. Partially because she's a sword arm; it's what she does. Mainly out of—she doesn't know. Lack of catharsis? Substituting one probably hot lady murderer for another, since she never got to drive her sword—or even Harrow's bone shards—through Cytherea's skull?
The other reason is more nebulous. It's kind of an apology, kind of a request. The apology part is for acting like a snotty brat, and the request part—which she might not even get to today—is about maybe talking to the ghost in her sword a little more. Ever since her conversation with King Galahad, and then Lancelot, and then Tally, she's feeling—not cool with the idea of someone wanting to kill God, but at least a little less immediately repulsed. There might be some shit worth listening to, in there, is all.
Or maybe there isn't. Maybe it's just the ragged, insane remnants of some bastard who ended up on the ass-end of space at the wrong time, and took any escape they could find. Either way, Gideon's not going to find out by staring at the thing. She straps it to her back and sets off into the part of the Mansion she thinks Lan Wangji frequents most.
Today, she's breaking her orbit to seek out Lan Wangji, for two reasons. The first is an offer: Galahad had told her he and Claudius were the ones who were going to take down whoever killed the poor dead twink, and she wants to be there. Partially because she's a sword arm; it's what she does. Mainly out of—she doesn't know. Lack of catharsis? Substituting one probably hot lady murderer for another, since she never got to drive her sword—or even Harrow's bone shards—through Cytherea's skull?
The other reason is more nebulous. It's kind of an apology, kind of a request. The apology part is for acting like a snotty brat, and the request part—which she might not even get to today—is about maybe talking to the ghost in her sword a little more. Ever since her conversation with King Galahad, and then Lancelot, and then Tally, she's feeling—not cool with the idea of someone wanting to kill God, but at least a little less immediately repulsed. There might be some shit worth listening to, in there, is all.
Or maybe there isn't. Maybe it's just the ragged, insane remnants of some bastard who ended up on the ass-end of space at the wrong time, and took any escape they could find. Either way, Gideon's not going to find out by staring at the thing. She straps it to her back and sets off into the part of the Mansion she thinks Lan Wangji frequents most.
