Gideon's head whips around, nearly knocking the sunglasses off her face as she hears - and then sees - a ghost. Her mouth falls open and for a moment, the sound cuts out as her heartbeat drowns out everything else.
She's known she's dead, she's known it since she woke up here, but there's knowing and there's knowing and staring at Palamedes - alive, well, notably intact and not a thanergy explosion - she finally knows for certain that she is completely gone for good.
It says how affected Gideon is that she doesn't even go for a stupid nickname, just shouting- "Palamedes!" and scooping the smaller necromancer up in a great big bear hug and whipping him around like she's about to hammer-throw him into a rack of masks. She doesn't of course - not her new-old pal Pal, who just gets set down after another of those bone-crushing squeezes. "Finally, somebody who makes sense here! I feel like I'm losing my mind looking at everything. Not a bone in sight but flimsy and plex and real paper everywhere!"
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She's known she's dead, she's known it since she woke up here, but there's knowing and there's knowing and staring at Palamedes - alive, well, notably intact and not a thanergy explosion - she finally knows for certain that she is completely gone for good.
It says how affected Gideon is that she doesn't even go for a stupid nickname, just shouting- "Palamedes!" and scooping the smaller necromancer up in a great big bear hug and whipping him around like she's about to hammer-throw him into a rack of masks. She doesn't of course - not her new-old pal Pal, who just gets set down after another of those bone-crushing squeezes. "Finally, somebody who makes sense here! I feel like I'm losing my mind looking at everything. Not a bone in sight but flimsy and plex and real paper everywhere!"