[ Koltira has learned enough of Masters and Servants to understand that being without one is a terrible blow to Gilgamesh. He understands, too, that is a tight-knit relationship (though he cannot fathom the particulars beyond that). To lose such a person--and to lose another one, one Gilgamesh actually called friend--Koltira doesn't have much empathy, but he doesn't need it to grasp the significance of what he's been told. ]

Ah. No wonder you are so unlike yourself.

[ He shrugs. ]

Yes. I may have mentioned him before.

[ He can't remember. As per usual, images of the past are lacy and incomplete, turning slowly and surely to haze in the back of his mind. He thinks on it, trying to grasp some recollection of what he might've said before, but he can't do it. Perhaps he never said anything. ]

I sacrificed my freedom for him. But I doubt I will ever see him again.