[SE] Those We Lost

GIDEON

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true

"Gods, Luciana, I don't think it matters what it's made of as long as it's fitting to the person it's for, and believe me - your finest is not fitting for him." Gideon said firmly, shaking his head; he actually doubted that Judah would even want the best used for him. He'd always been so smugly humble, so willing to toss down his own benefits for others - Gideon had always been convinced it was an act. "Still...I suppose I appreciate your desire to make it good. Use what you like."

He just wasn't going to pay for anything ridiculous.

Luciana began to rattle off her questions, so many he struggled to keep up; Gideon leaned on the counter and sighed, trying to sort them out in his mind and answer them one by one. "I was planning to keep it simple. Shelves with two silhouettes before them. I've never been much of an artist. As for the books...I don't know, old records of research and testimonies? I can't remember what they looked like exactly." He was sure they'd been big and dusty, but that was all. And finally: "Paper."

That's why I hold with all I have
That's why I hold