Someone else? Well that's an odd twist on things. Gideon thinks back to the stories she's read, grasping a little at some of the musings in them about the nature of worlds, alternate universes and timelines and the like. Maybe when you die, you all end up in the same place.

"Must be. I'm from the Ninth House, of the Nine Houses, ruled by the Necrolord Prime." Ninth of Nine - it sounds so stupid said out loud. Gideon is getting uncooler by the second. At least she's got a pretty girl on her arm, that's doing a lot of heavy lifting. "You?"