Gideon watches dispassionately as Ashura first melts the wax of the tablet and then breaks it in half. Inside, he's furious to see his primary method of communication destroyed, but he knows better than to try and take it back or show outward signs of being upset. That's a lesson he learned--painfully--decades ago.
When Ashura seems quite finished, and the remnants of Gideon's words are beginning to harden on the carpet, Gideon's left to decide what to do. He can't speak, obviously--he uses the journal only in conversing with Mildmay--and he has no desire to remain here when Ashura has the advantage of him. Casting one last glance over at Felix's sleeping form, Gideon turns and begins to walk away; he'll have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.
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When Ashura seems quite finished, and the remnants of Gideon's words are beginning to harden on the carpet, Gideon's left to decide what to do. He can't speak, obviously--he uses the journal only in conversing with Mildmay--and he has no desire to remain here when Ashura has the advantage of him. Casting one last glance over at Felix's sleeping form, Gideon turns and begins to walk away; he'll have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.