how we are built

GIDEON

Be careful my darling
Be careful of what it takes

Finding out that Deimos was a survivor of the plague he'd heard had swept the land wasn't surprising; Gideon had heard testimony from several people by this point. He only wished he had answers, easy blame to lay at the Voice's feet, but for once he didn't. "I'm glad to see you have recovered well. Perhaps, before the fighting truly begins, we should investigate if it was a weapon of the Voice's - so we might be prepared for it again."

There was something in Deimos' response to his evaluation of Halo that spoke of a more personal connection, but Gideon didn't intrude beyond a single raised brow. The frozen wastes weren't too much of a concern of the Orders for the moment; as far as he knew there were few Ascended there and isolated as it was, it had less influence on the outer world. "I see. And even though you are Abandoned, if you were in such a position, you would accept the Old Gods?" He asked, challenging just a little.

Since it sounded like he had turned down Safrin for...something she had offered him, Gideon wondered if Deimos would ever repeat that mistake again. The Goddess was not known for being forgiving - it wasn't an error many could survive.

What I've seen so far
The good ones always seems to break