She disrespected me as her father did before her. I've no apologies to make to some bratty child who's incapable of holding her tongue in the presence of her batters and I will not offer explanations for every instance I draw breath, as it seems you would have me do.

[Gilgamesh isn't hurt so much as seriously offended. He's nearly bristling and now seems more than a bit paranoid, glancing over his shoulder and spreading his prana to verify he's not being listened in on here, as well. It brings a terrifying sort of light to eyes, that of a hunter, or of one who finds himself hunted.]

There is no continuing on like this. You jeopardize your own safety by continuing to communicate with those who would treat us as enemies.

[And he does realize he won't get through to her absent extremes, so he tells her, point blank:]

Archer would slit your throat given the opportunity; the girl would not shed a tear. You make misstep after misstep, Pearl, and it brings me shame.