[... that feels a little better. that feels like something she can try to hold onto, even if she doesn't quite believe it, right now. it feels more real than anything else, an imperfect sort of hope.

gideon brings her hand up to mop at her face. tries to compose herself.]

I didn't have any family when I was alive. [she says, maybe a little abruptly.] You know. I landed on the Ninth and my mother was braindead in a hazard suit with all the power diverted to me.

[she's not sure why she's telling him this. it seems important. it feels important, when she's talking about how much it hurts to lose people, here.]

I don't run from anything. [and it sounds like she's reminding herself.] I'm not running.