You are Gideon Nav. Except you’re not. You are Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, First Lieutenant of the Cohort, Heir to the Emperor Divine, First of the Tower Princes. And you are mega dead.
You learn that you are a revenant, that your spirit is unnaturally attached to your body by someone known for resurrections. You learn that your skin turns away bullets, and that you are the perfect soldier. You learn that your name is something else in a language of a culture you had no idea of. You learn that you are, apparently, wanted after all.
It is everything you have ever wanted.
Plus the dead part.
And Ianthe being there.
You go from planet to planet, fighting and talking to the Saint of Awe. You both are missing parts of yourself, figuratively and literally. New Rho is no different, but you need to play dead here. Someone enters the room. You are lying on a bed, and the only thing that you want anymore is for your necromancer to kiss you. And someone presses their lips to yours. You see Harrowhark Nonagesimus.
Except it’s not.