Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
It took Gideon longer to remember Mabel's face than it had taken her for his; she had been one in a crowd of angry people before him, after all. After a moment of studying her though he realised he did recognise her - he thought she might have thrown something at him, though he couldn't be quite sure. There had been a lot of projectiles.
"Not for me? I think you'll find the Gods that made this place would disagree with that." He answered with a bitter laugh, looking out to sea with a deliberately casual pose, showing that he wasn't afraid of what she might do. "I will not leave for an Ascended, not when your mere presence here is a stain on the environment. You know I once kept some of your fluid in the Temple, and the spirits revolted? From the sheer horror of it. Not blood, not life - cold machinery and pollution."
That said, he looked back up to her. Gideon wasn't trying to convert - what was the point when she was already gone? But he found the words came easily enough, his frustrations delighted at the chance to 'get back' at the Ascended that were ruining the world he loved.
"Not for me? I think you'll find the Gods that made this place would disagree with that." He answered with a bitter laugh, looking out to sea with a deliberately casual pose, showing that he wasn't afraid of what she might do. "I will not leave for an Ascended, not when your mere presence here is a stain on the environment. You know I once kept some of your fluid in the Temple, and the spirits revolted? From the sheer horror of it. Not blood, not life - cold machinery and pollution."
That said, he looked back up to her. Gideon wasn't trying to convert - what was the point when she was already gone? But he found the words came easily enough, his frustrations delighted at the chance to 'get back' at the Ascended that were ruining the world he loved.
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
