[Because you are too young, he thinks. Because you don't know anything at all.
Gilgamesh considers walking out on her. He should, by all rights, as it's become clear there are certain things she won't and can't understand. And he doesn't care to lay out every last card before her, not that it matters anymore. It doesn't matter, it stopped mattering the moment they left that world and entered another beyond the binding force of the Grail, where magi need not be makers of war and Servants need not be their instruments for it...
It doesn't matter, so in respect that, he turns on his heel again. He makes the trek back to her beside. He kneels. He looks at her and speaks low, free of his usual affect, free of anything, calling first to Shishi:]
Shishi, come.
[Shishi rouses himself from his dozing and nudges at Rin's side, affectionately.]
Rin. We both have made our own decisions, in faith that they are just and proper; those decisions lie behind us now. The decisions that lie ahead, however, have yet to be determined. I am not about to go hunting for your head, nor anyone else's. If you show me the olive branch...
[His hand reaches upward and outward, though it touches nothing. It is against the rules.]
If you show me peace, then I accept it. I have found my own now. My Master— [now, and only now, there is a crack in composure] —she cares for me.
[As Tokiomi could not and would not. All just part of a grander scheme, and yet he fell to another. Fitting, Gilgamesh thinks with everlasting bitterness.]
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Gilgamesh considers walking out on her. He should, by all rights, as it's become clear there are certain things she won't and can't understand. And he doesn't care to lay out every last card before her, not that it matters anymore. It doesn't matter, it stopped mattering the moment they left that world and entered another beyond the binding force of the Grail, where magi need not be makers of war and Servants need not be their instruments for it...
It doesn't matter, so in respect that, he turns on his heel again. He makes the trek back to her beside. He kneels. He looks at her and speaks low, free of his usual affect, free of anything, calling first to Shishi:]
Shishi, come.
[Shishi rouses himself from his dozing and nudges at Rin's side, affectionately.]
Rin. We both have made our own decisions, in faith that they are just and proper; those decisions lie behind us now. The decisions that lie ahead, however, have yet to be determined. I am not about to go hunting for your head, nor anyone else's. If you show me the olive branch...
[His hand reaches upward and outward, though it touches nothing. It is against the rules.]
If you show me peace, then I accept it. I have found my own now. My Master— [now, and only now, there is a crack in composure] —she cares for me.
[As Tokiomi could not and would not. All just part of a grander scheme, and yet he fell to another. Fitting, Gilgamesh thinks with everlasting bitterness.]