[Gilgamesh scoots over so she can peer into the lens, clearly delighting in cozying up shoulder to shoulder with her.]
Shh. If you listen, you may even hear them sing.
[And maybe they won't sing, but Gilgamesh hadn't lied after all—something's there, alright.
At first it seems like only an illusion, a trick of the eye. But after some squinting and focusing it becomes obvious that there are little tiny lights in the sky, faraway and winking in place. Arranged in alien constellations, like nothing that one might find on earth, but they are present and they are bright and they are enough to fuel that foreign feeling called hope. They are faint and they are fleeting but they are all the more beautiful because of it.
Naturally Gilgamesh appears terribly pleased with himself.]
You ask me what we've accomplished, and I've shown you. We've accomplished a future.
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Shh. If you listen, you may even hear them sing.
[And maybe they won't sing, but Gilgamesh hadn't lied after all—something's there, alright.
At first it seems like only an illusion, a trick of the eye. But after some squinting and focusing it becomes obvious that there are little tiny lights in the sky, faraway and winking in place. Arranged in alien constellations, like nothing that one might find on earth, but they are present and they are bright and they are enough to fuel that foreign feeling called hope. They are faint and they are fleeting but they are all the more beautiful because of it.
Naturally Gilgamesh appears terribly pleased with himself.]
You ask me what we've accomplished, and I've shown you. We've accomplished a future.
[That's a romantic thing to say, right? Right.]