GIDEON
pulled out all your stitches
Patiently he waited for the lad to start speaking, looking at the way his finger moved on his lap but not quite noticing what symbol he drew out. It was interesting to hear yet another speak of Safrin; it seemed that the Goddess had been extremely busy in the last year recruiting people to the cause, mostly handsome young men - not that Gideon would dare make any assumptions about that.
As soon as Harper explained the staff and what it could do, Gideon leaned over to take it in his hand and turn it over, look at the blessed weapon. That Harper had been trusted with such a thing said something about his character. "..You have been chosen out of many for this fight. This kind of thing isn't given to just anyone."
Still, it was understandable he had doubts; one couldn't go from being embroiled in all their lies to the light in a moment. "You must remember that the Ascended are not alive. The Voice has taken any part of them that was human, that did live, and replaced it with her machinery. They are good at replicating our emotions, good at appearing to still be like us, but they are her tools." Gideon looked over Harper gently - he seemed like someone who wanted to do the right thing. "The Voice has power over all of them. Could make them do whatever she liked; this is why they cannot be trusted."
Hubris is a bitch
