Gideon
Imposing penance one by one
You've got a virtue in a vice
Gideon's face was stony as he took the shortest route through the gardens towards the shrine, the dim light of the evening making him look older than his years, illuminating the tired wrinkles and grim line of his mouth. With the bandage on his still-stiff arm, it would have been easy to dismiss him as a weak man past his prime, if it were not for the steely determination in his step and eyes.
Behind him followed whoever in the Order had deigned to come - anyone who was not there would be noted in his mind for the future, should they ever need to question who was committed to their cause. They had suffered a huge blow as a whole and needed to come to the Gods humbly, together, to beg forgiveness for their pride and mercy for their futures.
Before the shrine, he closed his eyes, took a breath, then without turning around, commanded those behind him: "Kneel." Gideon did so himself. Once they were appropriately reverent beside him, he would begin the prayer.
Behind him followed whoever in the Order had deigned to come - anyone who was not there would be noted in his mind for the future, should they ever need to question who was committed to their cause. They had suffered a huge blow as a whole and needed to come to the Gods humbly, together, to beg forgiveness for their pride and mercy for their futures.
Before the shrine, he closed his eyes, took a breath, then without turning around, commanded those behind him: "Kneel." Gideon did so himself. Once they were appropriately reverent beside him, he would begin the prayer.
With all the history to guide
You've got a passion in those eyes
