[It's a strange sort of thing to hear, you're a person. For all he knew that to be true, his previous Masters never treated him that way—either he was placed on a pedestal and blindly worshiped or he acted as an accomplice, pulling the strings. In both cases, equality never entered into the equation. Always he sat above, beyond, untouchable.
An other.
Gilgamesh floats back around to her and at once that ancient air is lost; he looks at her with slightly wider eyes, as if she's said something truly jarring. In a sense, it is. He should rip into her for it, tell her they could never function in such a capacity, but...]
Then the same goes for you, does it not?
[...but that comes out instead, gently chiding.]
You are also a person. With thoughts, and feelings, and ambitions. I wish to know them for myself. To be an equal—it means sharing that burden.
[I have only one equal in all the world, he thinks. But somehow his expression betrays him.]
no subject
An other.
Gilgamesh floats back around to her and at once that ancient air is lost; he looks at her with slightly wider eyes, as if she's said something truly jarring. In a sense, it is. He should rip into her for it, tell her they could never function in such a capacity, but...]
Then the same goes for you, does it not?
[...but that comes out instead, gently chiding.]
You are also a person. With thoughts, and feelings, and ambitions. I wish to know them for myself. To be an equal—it means sharing that burden.
[I have only one equal in all the world, he thinks. But somehow his expression betrays him.]