She faces the door. On the other side of that door, Camilla Hect is waiting for her with handcuffs. So is a Gideon who has seen the Fourth die, screamed all night with nightmares, threatened to desert Harrow to serve another.

So is the head of Protosilaus the Seventh.

"Farewell, Gideon Nav. I'm sorry."

Always one to get the last word, Harrow darts through the door.