[The remnants of her stew temporarily forgotten, Gideon - for once - shuts up and listens. Just soaks in the story he's spinning for her-- genocidal fathers, dead mothers, patricide, a threesome (hot) gone terribly awry (less hot) and ending in an impaling? This is definitely how she’s understood it, and his story has it all. He practically is Ninth-- Maybe she should introduce him to Harrow after all, see if the Reverend Daughter will be willing to take him on as an honorary shadow cultist.

She stays silent until he's finished, then stays silent some more. Let's all of that sink in before she whistles low through her teeth.]

So you're saying these two lured you into a menage et trois, letting you think they were into you, all with the intention of killing you in your own fucking bed? Because of something your dad did, even though you were the one to bump him off? Have I got that right? Fuuuuck, that blows.

[She can understand it, the burning hatred one might feel for someone who treats humans - who treats people her - like playthings or livestock. Living the shitty life of a bondswoman, a slave, a thrall-- it's something she knows deep as bones, thick as blood. Something that had fuelled her own heart's black fire for years. But this all sounds just so--]

So underhand. And it wasn't even you, personally, they had beef with?