Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
Gideon looked with passing interest at each of the creatures as they appeared about them, smiling at those he liked. Perhaps it was inappropriate for a Priest meant to love all of the world the Gods had provided and cultivated around them, but he certainly had favourites. The same could be said for Deities; he nodded at Lena's preference, as it made sense, but laughed when the question was directed back to himself. "Well, I pray to all Gods, as the year goes on. However, if I am honest...my prayers to Ludo are always special to me."
He nodded gravely about appreciation of their city, where Accepted were the only, well, accepted people; it was a comfort, to know he lived in a pure place unaffected by the ills of the modern world. "Yes, we are fortunate. Even other places that have not been connected to the Grounds until recently, such as the Citadel...they have been infiltrated. An Ascended was the Warden, for a time." What a terrible fate for a City; as much as he was not thrilled about the new Abandoned leader, at least it was an improvement.
The question of the Outlander Ascended...it was a difficult one, and one he'd struggled with himself. Gideon sighed and shrugged, resigning them to their fate within his mind. "Not all parts of the process we hope to enact will be pleasant. Those who did not have a choice in the matter...well. I pity them, in a sense, though the Voice must have seen something in them to bring them over here already corrupted. Perhaps she has a way to know which are susceptible to it. I can see no solution other than to treat them the same as the Natural Ascended."
He nodded gravely about appreciation of their city, where Accepted were the only, well, accepted people; it was a comfort, to know he lived in a pure place unaffected by the ills of the modern world. "Yes, we are fortunate. Even other places that have not been connected to the Grounds until recently, such as the Citadel...they have been infiltrated. An Ascended was the Warden, for a time." What a terrible fate for a City; as much as he was not thrilled about the new Abandoned leader, at least it was an improvement.
The question of the Outlander Ascended...it was a difficult one, and one he'd struggled with himself. Gideon sighed and shrugged, resigning them to their fate within his mind. "Not all parts of the process we hope to enact will be pleasant. Those who did not have a choice in the matter...well. I pity them, in a sense, though the Voice must have seen something in them to bring them over here already corrupted. Perhaps she has a way to know which are susceptible to it. I can see no solution other than to treat them the same as the Natural Ascended."
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
