"We're not talking about this now," says Gideon, through teeth clenched so tight that her jaw aches.  "Because he needs to help you fix your fucking brain.  But we are going to talk about this later, you absolute asshole, and how you have taken every single decision I have ever made in my life and threw it back in my face just to see if it would fucking bruise." She turns her attention to Palamedes, her golden eyes fixed on his face.  "What do I do to help?"