how we are built

GIDEON

Be careful my darling
Be careful of what it takes

It seemed the man behind the creature was amiable enough, so Gideon relaxed, hands in his pockets and his shoulders low as he regarded Belial's teeth. "Are you trying to tell me I should be scared?" He asked, glancing sideways at Deimos with a smirk. In fact, he was fascinated, leaning a little closer to see the jaw of the beast - unsettling, a deer with such teeth; the creatures the Gods could come up with never disappointed.

He was sure this was not a creation of the Voice, because the man before him didn't carry the usual disdain of the Gods (that and he'd gotten good at looking for fangs - as far as he could see, this man did not have them). Gideon sensed a great disappointment behind him, a sense of missed potential - but they had all failed in that way once. Perhaps it was his task to reignite his passion.

"Gideon Clemments." He answered with a nod of his head. "Head Priest of Stormbreak's Trinity Temple. And you? I can tell you've already had some run ins with our Gods." Even with the casual phrasing, his voice held a special reverence as he spoke of the beloved deities.

What I've seen so far
The good ones always seems to break