"Wonder if being a Legend would've given me daylight vision," Gideon muses, "They get the color changing mood eyes. Mood ring eyes most people call them." She'll take her seeing in the dark. Gideon has no interest in being a Legend. No sirree. She'll leave that for Harrow, Palamedes, and the eighty or so other people in Folkmore who are Legends. She swears, there's always more Legends than anyone else. Nothing against Hawks if he's a Legend.

"Really?" Gideon whistles, "I'm pretty good in conversation, but if I want to leave, I'll just leave. No one and nothing, short of Thirteen in this place, means I have to put up with someone's bullshit. If Thirteen's making me stay, I'll make them regret me being there just as much." She shrugs. "Well, I consider myself having the liberty to do so."

Just because she's sometimes the bigger person doesn't mean she always will be.