how we are built

GIDEON

Be careful my darling
Be careful of what it takes

It seemed that Deimos knew where to put his faith, even with his beginning in the world as an Abandoned. Gideon nodded approvingly, wondering if he ought to put a good word in for the man next time he prayed to Safrin; her disappointment was palpable when he looked upon the man, yet he couldn't help but feel he was earnest.

"Good. I know I'm..." Suddenly, breaking his hard and strict demeanour, Gideon laughed, shrugging as if the whole time he had been a good natured friend. "I know I'm being a hard ass and interrogating you as soon as we meet. But you understand - things are coming to a head. There's little time for small talk. Everyone will need to pick a side and it's useful to know who's who and where they are." Especially someone that looked as strong as Deimos.

Standing up, he stretched and looked off into the trees. "Do you know the way back to Torchline from here? I might walk back...though ideally not anywhere too close to the city. I'm ah...not welcome there right now."

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