unprecious cargo

Gideon

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

"Hm." Gideon agreed with a smile, keeping his eyes to the floor. He did trust Cian, more than most people in the Order (even if he thought the lad was a little self-important). He knew they could do what had to be done.

Unawares of any other passengers, watching the crates be loaded on, he shook his head. "Can't say I have. I'll be honest, after what I've heard about it, I'll be keeping my compass close. Dragons and so on." The tales had never made it seem like a nice place, to say the least. Gideon wasn't scared to go the distance he had to for their salvation, but he also thought, if things got bad, leaving Mabel on her own in a box in the Cordillera was as good of an ending as any other.

As soon as the ship was ready he'd march on, hands in his pockets, seeming entirely at ease and confident, hiding how inside he was actually thrilled, excited for what they were about to do, what they were setting right.

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