"Then let me dream bigger. Maybe with my hand clutching a sword in the chest of the Voice herself." Gideon splayed out his hands to emphasise the drama of this imaginary scene, though couldn't keep it up long without laughing: they all knew he was a man of words and passion but not adventure and fighting. He was quite content to leave the hero things to the younger and more suited members of the Order.
It was nice to see her work, see how involved she was in what she was doing; Gideon felt the fond pride of a father when he saw her look over her model, wondered what she could see in her mind when she looked upon it. He had no doubt that one day she'd be making buildings grand enough to rival any in the Citadel, that the Gods would help her build as they had the people of the past. "You are very talented, Sera. I cannot wait to see this expansion. As always, I will come to bless it when it is done."
The easy way she asked if he meant another war made him huff air out of his cheeks; ah, the confidence of youth. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that, but preparing might be a good plan all the same. We should try to avoid war if we can. It won't just be Ascended that die in that conflict."
