"Nah, don't get soppy on me SexPal, we did what we had to, you and me. Besides, the other plan was for Harrow to fight - and die - and me and Hect to jettison ourselves into the sea and wait for help - which wasn't coming anytime soon - and then I'd be going back to the Ninth. To Drearburh."
A fate worse than death, which is why Gideon had rather thrown herself on the spikes than let Harrow keep stalling the inevitable. The thought of going back to Drearburh to be lambasted by Crux, to see the disappointment on Aiglamene's face, to spend the rest of her life in that dark black pit guarding Harrow's dead crush, that was worse than an immortal glorious end. There's a reason stories end with glorious sacrifices, not crawling back to the same shit you crawled out of.
"It it makes it better, she didn't want it. I had to force her hand." And she tips the rest of her ice cream down her throat. "Mmm, and you know what else they don't have on the Ninth? Ice cream. Fresh air. Mandatory facepaint. Girls who aren't a minimum of 67 years old. This might not be an afterlife but it feels pretty damn good so far."
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A fate worse than death, which is why Gideon had rather thrown herself on the spikes than let Harrow keep stalling the inevitable. The thought of going back to Drearburh to be lambasted by Crux, to see the disappointment on Aiglamene's face, to spend the rest of her life in that dark black pit guarding Harrow's dead crush, that was worse than an immortal glorious end. There's a reason stories end with glorious sacrifices, not crawling back to the same shit you crawled out of.
"It it makes it better, she didn't want it. I had to force her hand." And she tips the rest of her ice cream down her throat. "Mmm, and you know what else they don't have on the Ninth? Ice cream. Fresh air. Mandatory facepaint. Girls who aren't a minimum of 67 years old. This might not be an afterlife but it feels pretty damn good so far."