"To call Blood of Eden a mere group is an interesting choice," Harrow says, each word crisp. "They are terrorists, Nav." Hect's view would be skewed on that front, her perspective warped; all at once, Harrow's back in that steaming jungle, watching Coronabeth Tridentarius muscle Judith back into that tin can of a shuttle and kick the lever to seal them both inside. The memory blends with Gideon's voice as she keeps talking, bringing new details to the fore, and Harrow's dark eyes go wide.

"Of course it was your mother," she says, blinking hard, shaking off the image in her head and pulling herself back to the present. "I saw a poster. In the shuttle, when Camilla and I...when we encountered one another after Canaan House. It gave me a nosebleed."