As someone who's become very, very familiar over the years with selective truth-telling, Cassandra notices Gideon's phrasing: had plans, she says, and nothing about whether or not those plans ever came to fruition.

(And that's an easier thing to pay attention to than the matter-of-fact way Gideon talks about her possible fate: cleric to a necromancer-god, serving out her life in a tomb-temple, reanimated after death to continue to serve, and if she thinks about that for too long it will become increasingly difficult not to start screaming.)

"I ... suppose I'm a free agent here as well," she says, with a faintly rueful quirk to her mouth. "Which isn't something I ever expected to be, to be honest."