[ Gideon manages a smile back, hers uncertain as well, but also less bitter. ]

Yeah, you've got his number. I mean, we live in a house made from bones. John probably cramps his style, and he's the first to say that being God is ninety percent keeping up appearances, or whatever.

[ Sounds like an absolutely horrible deal to Gideon, but that's not for her to judge. God made His choices.

And oh, look, more unexpected camaraderie. Gideon Nav, noted parent-killer twice over, wishes for Faith's sake that she didn't get it, but...it's nice to know Gideon isn't alone, too. If she feels guilty about that, well, she'll just deal with that later. ]

I mean, I fucked up my first one pretty bad, too. [ then, because she knows how bad bad can get, she adds: ] If you didn't kill anyone, you're probably doing okay.