Gideon put a finger to his chin, humming as he pretend to deeply consider the question, though really he had an answer already, had had one for years now. "I would like to die peaceful, old and knowing I'd done my best work. Maybe they'll give me that." His genuine smile began to turn into more of an amused smirk and he added: "But they may well decide I ought to go out in a blaze of glory and have me ripped apart by Landsharks at the last moment. Who knows." That was, after all, the power and choice of the Gods; total control over mortal life.
While Sera drifted away into her mind considering stained glass, Gideon looked over her creation then back to her, reflecting on how moments like this were what reminded him why he was fighting the war they were. Ascended, the 'New Gods', would take all of this. The family, love, the simple joy of eating a meal together, and do away with it in the name of efficiency.
He stayed sat as she stood, lacing his fingers together as he drew his attention back to listen. "I think it's going to be one of the most important parts of this path we're on. The beginning of something...I don't think it's a coincidence that as we've begun to spread out more with our mission, an illness that affects Ascended has come. It feels as if pieces are moving into place...don't you think so?"
