unprecious cargo

Gideon

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

Gideon looked over the crates, slowing nodding as he thought the plan over. "I am a little worried the dragons won't be interested. Not like they're really alive." Would dragons want bodies so infected with cold machinery and fake blood? He had no idea how intelligent the creatures were, if they would even want to touch something so unnatural. "But it's probably enough for a few minutes of distraction at least, while they find out."

Sitting down and also looking right past Wessex's disguise, Gideon smiled into the distance. "It'd be amazing to see all their faces when we've jumped past their little relic hunt. To think, we could put an end to this before it's even begun." The war would be little more than an Ascended dream, the truth being more like the crushing of an insect.

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