[He huffs a short breath, low and amused when she claims with such steadiness that he's the same. Her faith doesn't move him—not truly. But neither does he think of it with the same disdain as he does that of Ray or Sara or Jax.
Gideon, it seems, would always prove herself an exception.]
Somehow I suspect you and I would define help quite differently.
[That like so many, she would prefer to have the Rip of old once more. She may think he's ultimately the same as he once was, but the differences would become apparent, even to her, in enough time.
She would fall in line with the Legends before Rip. He knows this as a certainty. He cannot act otherwise.]
I'll give you the same terms I have given the others: there is no reason why we cannot co-exist, so long as you're willing to leave well enough alone. [To leave Rip be, as he is now. But the Legends had also received a threat to match the promise; a warning of what Rip would do should they attempt to overstep bounds.
He leaves the words unsaid this time. Merely looks Gideon in her eyes.]
no subject
Gideon, it seems, would always prove herself an exception.]
Somehow I suspect you and I would define help quite differently.
[That like so many, she would prefer to have the Rip of old once more. She may think he's ultimately the same as he once was, but the differences would become apparent, even to her, in enough time.
She would fall in line with the Legends before Rip. He knows this as a certainty. He cannot act otherwise.]
I'll give you the same terms I have given the others: there is no reason why we cannot co-exist, so long as you're willing to leave well enough alone. [To leave Rip be, as he is now. But the Legends had also received a threat to match the promise; a warning of what Rip would do should they attempt to overstep bounds.
He leaves the words unsaid this time. Merely looks Gideon in her eyes.]