[Gilgamesh cuts in with his usual pompousness, if slightly curtailed on account of his mood. But it is, if nothing else, proof his pride hasn't died out entirely. He stands firm and tall before the other man, meets his eyes without fear yet also without judgment. The King of Heroes, staring into the face of the one who would kill him.
He stares, and seems to blame him for nothing—"I forgive you everything."]
You see, I am not the sort to act in error. And it may be true, that I will come to despise you; it may be true, that I would wish to take your life, for some slight against me; it may be true, that I will have every reason to cut you down, for daring to defy a King. For interrupting my duties.
[Gilgamesh shakes his head. Looks flustered, for all of a moment, as if experiencing all of what he just claimed, then lets it go.]
It may be true, but it does not change that I do not make mistakes. And I believe, that whatever I see, whatever transpires in this fated future...
[A faint smile curls his lips. And this time, he gives Archer's knuckles a playful smack of his fingers, as if to say you fool, how dare you doubt me.]
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[Gilgamesh cuts in with his usual pompousness, if slightly curtailed on account of his mood. But it is, if nothing else, proof his pride hasn't died out entirely. He stands firm and tall before the other man, meets his eyes without fear yet also without judgment. The King of Heroes, staring into the face of the one who would kill him.
He stares, and seems to blame him for nothing—"I forgive you everything."]
You see, I am not the sort to act in error. And it may be true, that I will come to despise you; it may be true, that I would wish to take your life, for some slight against me; it may be true, that I will have every reason to cut you down, for daring to defy a King. For interrupting my duties.
[Gilgamesh shakes his head. Looks flustered, for all of a moment, as if experiencing all of what he just claimed, then lets it go.]
It may be true, but it does not change that I do not make mistakes. And I believe, that whatever I see, whatever transpires in this fated future...
[A faint smile curls his lips. And this time, he gives Archer's knuckles a playful smack of his fingers, as if to say you fool, how dare you doubt me.]
...it will only serve to confirm that.