Gideon takes a short, sharp breath. They'd talked about this before, at Wanderer's Gather, Lancelot's voice carefully steady like it is now. I did not lie with her willingly. "Fuck, dude, that blows. I was pissed enough at him for not caring that God was making him miserable, taking Percival and everything, but for him to also not care that He made you miserable, to act like you should be happy about it—"