[Under ordinary circumstances, Gilgamesh would've refused such intimate touch, insisted he was fine, that there nothing to concern herself over. But these circumstances were far from ordinary. While he may have factored in losing one of them, inevitably, over time, he'd never would've guessed he'd lose both at once. Even for the proud King of Heroes, who would one day bear All the Evils of the World, it was a serious blow to suffer.

So he sinks into her fingers rather than shying away, and his tired eyes slide slowly shut.]

It is the curse of every King. We were not meant for closeness, for kindness.

[A King must walk alone. How could he have forgotten? He really had grown soft. It was his own fault, really.]

We were simply meant to continue forward, no matter the cost. I suppose... I required a reminder, after all this time.