"Everyone eats ass." Gideon says, more of a reflex than anything meaningful because the rest of her mind that isn't devoted to butt jokes is turning over what Pal's saying. Different universes, except real different universes, so far different that they don't even have the Resurrection which is just... how does that even work then? They before their world's Resurrection? Did they not need a Resurrection? Does that mean that there's placed with no Ninth where some lucky bastard version of Gideon didn't get stuck spending her whole life surrounded by grim nuns and bones upon bones, and how can she find that version of Gideon and kick her ass?

"Fuck off." Another mostly automatically response. Gideon pokes more at her ice cream, turning it into a smooth paste. "Why's he want us then? Or me specifically. I can see why somebody would want an afterlife subscription to Palamedes Sextus' Top Nerd Facts-" (delivered with the kind of respect Gideon can only give to a man who turned himself into a bomb to try save everyone) "-but the only thing I was good for was something that's already done."

She finally scoops up some of the pale orangish slurry and sticks it in her mouth, and promptly gets absolutely knocked off her ass by a flavour she couldn't even have dreamed of. Gideon goes blank, spoon in her slightly slack mouth as her mind is blown out the back of her skull.