unprecious cargo

Gideon

I'm the lesser of two evils
Or am I, am I tricking myself nice?

Did Gideon feel any guilt, knowing that the body of a young girl, barely alive and soon not to be at all, was on the same wagon as he was? No. In fact, he realised as he watched the scenery pass, he felt pride. Mabel had died a long time ago whenever the Voice had gotten ahold of her, had become an automaton to be puppeted around, a sick parody of whatever human had laid within the flesh originally.

They finally came to a halt and he thanked the driver, speaking as cordially and politely as if he had just paid for the movement of a box of vegetables. Stepping out onto the docks, the box coming out behind him, he looked to Cian with a grim smile in greeting. Before he let the wagon leave he checked to be sure he had everything - compass in his pocket, light staff on his back - then he approached.

"We should be as quick as we can about this business." He said lowly, leaning in close for a moment then parting, going to bend down to lift the edge of the box. "Even some of the people within Stormbreak lack a strong stomach about this part of it all."

If I'm a lesser of two evils
Who's this man, who's this act I hide behind?