Gideon looked at the fresh blood on his hands. He looked at the blood stained and damaged armor he wore. Armor nearly identical to that he wore during his time as Apocalypse's horseman of war. The final touch was a broken sword on his back.
"That there are some paths that leave you more damaged than others," Gideon said, "My path left me stained with dirt, blood, smoke, fire, and death. It left me excommunicated from the thing I'd... dedicated myself to. I did some terrible things as War and that amount of blood and the consequences of it do not simply wash away."
Somehow despite Gideon's words there was a feeling of hope radiating from him. The symbols on his armor nearly hidden by detritus were not those of Apocalypse, but instead looked much
kinder.