Gideon groans and lets her head clonk down on the table, dragging the sound out as long as she can manage. Of course it's all deadly games and monsters and more bullshit. When the sound ends and she has to breathe, she sighs and lifts her head up - leaving a bit of greasepaint smeared on the table.

Because as terrible as it is hearing that, there's something Gideon can hold onto, and it's that she doesn't have to go through it blind - and that she's got Palamedes. He's around and upright so if he's managed that without Hect, then there's a plan. "Fuck me. Out of the bowl and into the shit pit. Is this one also trying to kill God?"