[ Gideon's voice rises and falls with her brothers', and there's a softness to it, a level of care that isn't usually there. She wants to get this right. There's a feeling in Gideon's chest that she doesn't have the words for, that doesn't appear in any dirty magazine or Ninth House prayer. It feels like her heart is full to bursting, or a weight lifted off her shoulders, or a warm blanket. It's none of those things. It's more. ]
Me neither. Not even if you wanted me to.
[ Gideon smiles again, that warm, lopsided grin. It's funny because, for the first time she's known this about anyone, she knows they'd never actually want that. ]
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[ Gideon's voice rises and falls with her brothers', and there's a softness to it, a level of care that isn't usually there. She wants to get this right. There's a feeling in Gideon's chest that she doesn't have the words for, that doesn't appear in any dirty magazine or Ninth House prayer. It feels like her heart is full to bursting, or a weight lifted off her shoulders, or a warm blanket. It's none of those things. It's more. ]
Me neither. Not even if you wanted me to.
[ Gideon smiles again, that warm, lopsided grin. It's funny because, for the first time she's known this about anyone, she knows they'd never actually want that. ]