how we are built

GIDEON

Be careful my darling
Be careful of what it takes

"Once, maybe." Gideon gave Deimos, though it was hard to see now what life could have once been within the Grounds - he certainly didn't think it had been a place of virtue since long before the barrier. "Best thing you can say about it is that even after being stuck there all that time, there were those within that didn't give in to the machine's temptations." His bitter tone as he said 'machines' made it clear who he was speaking of, but even if it did not, he continued: "They take land that has potential and ruin it with their 'improvements'. It's why we have to save the rest of Caido and soon."

It was a bit early in this relationship to be getting into his speeches, but Gideon found it hard not to when certain topics arose. Letting it go for the moment, he leaned against a bent tree and watched Deimos as he answered the question about his home - or lack thereof.

"Shelter, not home? Are you looking for somewhere to stay?" He asked, eyes immediately alight with something close to excitement at an opportunity. "I have rooms and work at the Temple for any willing to serve their Gods...and, forgive me, but I can tell you have some serving to do. Safrin is disappointed." He didn't know what about, but Gideon knew enough to believe he could get to Deimos' heart quickly, making sure the smirk on his face was more kind than smug.

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