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Pyrrha ignored her, and said: “He brought you back. He’s made a revenant out of you.”
“Yope,” said the corpse prince.
“But that’s impossible. He shouldn’t have been able to separate you. Your girl didn’t manage full fusion, but what she took from you not even John could’ve got back. And … he didn’t bring you back all the way? He brought you back like this?”
“Sextus, if you don’t put that needle away I’m going to break Naberius’s f**king arm,” said the corpse irritably.
“I can’t,” Palamedes said. “You’re still holding onto my wrist.”
“Oh. Yeah. If I let go of your wrist you have to not stick me with the needle and then run for it, okay?”
“How exactly do you think blood samples work?”
“Please,” said Crown. “I’m so confused. You’re … actually the Ninth? Gideon the Ninth? You’re—what—alive?”
The corpse let go of Palamedes’s wrist. He withdrew his arm, still holding the needle, and sat back on his heels. The corpse levered herself up into a sitting position, then braced her arm against the floor and scrambled upright with surprising ease. She dusted off the thighs of her trousers.
What shocked Nona was not that the corpse moved. It was the way in which she moved. Nona was so distracted that she couldn’t stop watching. She had never seen anyone move like that before.
“Nope, and nope,” she said. “I’m Prince Kiriona Gaia the First, Her Divine Highness, First Lieutenant of the Cohort, Emperor’s Life Guards, non-auxiliary—honorary title but who cares—heir to the Emperor Divine, first of the Tower Princes. And I’m mega dead.”

Nona the Ninth - Day Five, Chapter Twenty-Five