Gideon only runs when she has to. Sometimes, in Darrow, she feels like she's coming out of her skin and she just needs to get out. Running bare foot on the sand feels good; there's enough resistance to feel like she's building muscle. She runs with earbuds tucked into her ears, loud music pounding through the bones of her skull.

And then she stops. Dead. Tugs out her headphones with a nerveless hand. It might not be him. People turn up here looking like other people all the time. She knows that from friends.

But the universe also likes to think that it's fucking funny, doesn't it?

"...Sextus?"