"We were born sick", you heard them say it
With his piece said and story communicated, Gideon allowed himself to succumb to the weakness and nausea that came with a deep cut to the muscle, leaning over on the table and listening to the words going by, half-picking up on them. It seemed that at least the Order agreed that speaking to the Gods was a good idea, so he wouldn't have to argue that - a relief.
He looked up when October said his name and laughed, the sound a little manic and too desperate to have it's proper effect. "I wouldn't dream of it. My arm feels like it might as well be about to fall off." Pushing himself up from the table he would follow October to the infirmary without complaint, though in his mind he was already trying, through the fog, to come up with plans and speeches for the next days.
He looked up when October said his name and laughed, the sound a little manic and too desperate to have it's proper effect. "I wouldn't dream of it. My arm feels like it might as well be about to fall off." Pushing himself up from the table he would follow October to the infirmary without complaint, though in his mind he was already trying, through the fog, to come up with plans and speeches for the next days.
My church offers no absolutes
Gideon
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