Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
It was calming for Gideon to see the way Lena gently took care of the creature, her practiced hands doing what she needed to gracefully; he wasn't sure he could matched her expertise but he nodded at her request, never one to turn down someone asking for help. He went to gently hold the Wyrm down, his large hands on either end of the creature leaving the part that needed bandaging free. With his thumb he softly stroked it, hoping to give some kind of comfort.
Hearing her repeat the words back to him made it all the more clear just how contradictory and disgusting they were. He nodded gravely, letting out a heavy sigh through his nose and mouth. "As far as I can tell, made wholesale by the Voice. Constructed from machinery and the magic she possesses then turned out on the world." Gideon shook his head and looked off into the distance, though his hands remained steady on the Wyrm. "There's some part of me that feels sorry for the thing. Never had a chance to be normal, to be a human. But it's a sign of a worrying new era - Ascended made instead of only converted." He was sure she could work out the implications: armies produced, their own people outnumbered.
Hearing her repeat the words back to him made it all the more clear just how contradictory and disgusting they were. He nodded gravely, letting out a heavy sigh through his nose and mouth. "As far as I can tell, made wholesale by the Voice. Constructed from machinery and the magic she possesses then turned out on the world." Gideon shook his head and looked off into the distance, though his hands remained steady on the Wyrm. "There's some part of me that feels sorry for the thing. Never had a chance to be normal, to be a human. But it's a sign of a worrying new era - Ascended made instead of only converted." He was sure she could work out the implications: armies produced, their own people outnumbered.
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
