Reminded again that his young companions were getting old enough to hold respectable titles, Gideon tapped the side of his head and nodded. "Forgive me. Doctor." Honestly, he'd never really been one to insist people use his own title of 'father', not caring much what people called him as long as they were loyal to the Gods and willing to listen to his spiritual advice.
He wasn't expecting the sudden seriousness in Falke's eyes and voice, used to the jovial tone. Still, he took the question well, laying his hands out flat in the air and shrugging. "You're right. Praying looks different for everyone, I suppose. I'm just used to the more...'on your knees, closed eyes, hands together' type." That said, of course Gideon had seen many variations over the years: crying on the floor, dancing, singing...some of them he preferred over others, especially if the devotee had a poor voice.
"Out of interest, Doctor, who is it you pray to, then?" He asked, wondering if Mort's love was returned.
He wasn't expecting the sudden seriousness in Falke's eyes and voice, used to the jovial tone. Still, he took the question well, laying his hands out flat in the air and shrugging. "You're right. Praying looks different for everyone, I suppose. I'm just used to the more...'on your knees, closed eyes, hands together' type." That said, of course Gideon had seen many variations over the years: crying on the floor, dancing, singing...some of them he preferred over others, especially if the devotee had a poor voice.
"Out of interest, Doctor, who is it you pray to, then?" He asked, wondering if Mort's love was returned.
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
