Gideon tries to recall that last night in the Mirador, those hopeful plans he'd made on his way to see Felix. They could try again, he'd thought, his footsteps the only noise in the corridors. Gideon would not live with him--not yet--and would not accept any situation in which Felix insisted upon it. That's the only one he can recall at the moment, though he suspects there were others.

'Proof,' he writes, feeling mildly foolish at having to correct his phrasing already, is perhaps not the ideal word. Does Ashura know you've decided this?