Gideon looked up at the beginning of a question, though Finn seemed to think better of it and change his wording; deciding to be kind, Gideon didn't inquire, just listened to what he said instead. "Yes. Three hundred years ago, a little over...'The Voice' appeared for the first time, out of the ranks of the Acquired." He sighed, frowned a little past Finn as he thought back to that time, which he had of course never seen, but he could imagine it. Perhaps they had been excited, when their powers had bloomed, but had anyone stopped to think of the consequences?
"A lot of the details are lost. But there was a war stretching on for years before the bubble was made. Now that's destroyed...frankly, I'm surprised we're not deep in another war right now." He shrugged. "Maybe the world's just biding it's time." He certainly felt that something might be coming, that the Order would soon find that it's mission was very relevant indeed.
"A lot of the details are lost. But there was a war stretching on for years before the bubble was made. Now that's destroyed...frankly, I'm surprised we're not deep in another war right now." He shrugged. "Maybe the world's just biding it's time." He certainly felt that something might be coming, that the Order would soon find that it's mission was very relevant indeed.
GIDEON
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
