Gideon hasn't said this to anyone since she got here. Under her t-shirt,
the skin of her chest is whole and unscarred. She shrugs, looking down at
her bare feet in the sand.
"One flesh, one end, bitch," she says. "You're not the only one who's
dead, Sextus."
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Gideon hasn't said this to anyone since she got here. Under her t-shirt, the skin of her chest is whole and unscarred. She shrugs, looking down at her bare feet in the sand.
"One flesh, one end, bitch," she says. "You're not the only one who's dead, Sextus."