"Falling stars are a flying hazard," Gideon grins. "Though no one dies permanently here. If you die, you come back as a falling star yourself, unless some special thing is upon us. Only died here the once, but I woke up on my doorstep the next morning like a drunk person who couldn't operate a key." She laughs at that, harder than the joke is worth. Little does Hawks know she got made to be a key. Her blood is a key that opened a door ten thousand years shut.

"Got something you need to get back to?" Gideon asks. Some people only have death, so they aren't in any hurry. Everyone else, it's a mix. Some people want to leave but refuse to ask to go. Goes to show they don't want to leave that bad, not enough to bite back their pride. She wonders where Hawks will end up. She'll be sorry to see him leave again soon if that's the case.