not that different, you and i

GIDEON

pulled out all your stitches

Hearing what Harper was there for, that he had paid attention to the words spoken in Torchline...Gideon's face broke into a wide grin; perhaps the crowd had tried to silence him, to use their brutish ways to scare him into obscurity, but they had not been able to stop the hot knife of the truth from cutting through their lies. "Oh, of course."

Gently folding up the Altar cloth to deal with later, he stepped around it and shook Harper's hand. "Gideon, if you didn't already know. I'm sure my name is black and blue over there." Honestly, he didn't mind that; hated or loved, at least people were talking about his preaching.

Gesturing for Harper to follow, since he was going to be talking, Gideon went to sit on one of the first pews, looking up at a stained glass window depicting the three heralds. Sun and pinpricks of light and dust floated in the air before them, the Temple as beautiful as ever. "What more do you want to know? Ask me and I will tell you the truth, not whatever comforting lies they spread in Torchline."

Hubris is a bitch