not that different, you and i

GIDEON

pulled out all your stitches

"Yes. There is tragedy in every element of the Voice's plan. I have...empathy of a sort for those dragged in by her promises and lies, but we cannot allow that empathy to stop us from taking the necessary action." Gideon laced his fingers together, face grim as he looked over at the alter, decked in it's Longheat regalia and bursting with reds and vibrant floral displays. "The sooner we can stop her, the sooner we nip it in the bud, the better our world will be for it."

It was interesting to hear about Torchline's internal politics from someone more involved in the region; Gideon nodded thoughtfully. "And...do you feel capable of leading a region? There's a lot involved in it. I've seen a lot of men with good intentions try to be leaders, but unless it comes naturally to you..." He shrugged, indicating a rough end. Not that he thought Harper couldn't do it, but he didn't know the young man well enough to judge.

Hubris is a bitch