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Gideon, equally offended at the idea that The Voice could ever hope to rule or have any kind of say in the way Caido worked, nodded at Amalia's words. "The Voice brings Outlanders through into our world, but that is where her influence stops. The best thing you can do to thwart her and get your revenge, if you want it, is to serve the Old Gods." Coincidentally, that was also the best thing to do to get into Gideon's good graces. He let Amalia take over with her longer explanation of the Gods behind the heralds, nodding along as she got it all right; at least the Demi-God, for all of her insecurity about the role, knew what she was talking about. "Also..." He raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck, trying to think of the right way to phrase what he was trying to say. "I wouldn't go around calling yourself an animal. People are already hesitant to welcome Outlanders. No need to other yourself further." Gideon himself was not fond of them as a whole, though he did have sympathy for their plight; enough that he'd offer his advice. Gideon Reckon up the variables Find a way to make it real Make a deal Until my protector comes