[closed] you're not alone.

[babbylon]

CHARACTERS: Gilgamesh and various characters
DATE: throughout the team's stay in Oska
WARNINGS: None anticipated, besides some angst; will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Gilgamesh has gifts to give! And though he's not really in the mood to do it, give them he shall.

[This is a catch-all for Gilgamesh's purchased gift-giving extravaganza! Individualized starters are below.]

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[babbylon]

You deserve justice, Koltira.

[And that is all Gilgamesh has to say about that.

Because what else can he say, really? Gilgamesh has known anger like Koltira's many, many times before in the past, and it does not fade from reassuring words alone. It burns and burns and burns, until it settles to a fine simmer, but even then it's not truly forgotten. Gilgamesh respects Koltira not to tell him such things as you will feel better soon, or you judge them too harshly, as he may feel better never and in his eyes they may not have been judged harshly enough. So be it; he has a right to demand this much for himself, and Gilgamesh would be the last to argue against it.

Instead, he stares down at his hands more than a bit awkwardly, and shakes his head.]

I am not. I have a lost a great part of myself, recently, and it weighs heavy upon me.

[...although, he must ask after one thing. Gilgamesh's gaze upon Koltira doesn't seek apology, but it is slightly milder than usual.]

Do I cause you grief, like the others? Would it be better if I might depart?

[respired]

[ And I will have it, he thinks fiercely, his expression reflecting this for just a moment. He might have demurred even a week ago, even in the fresh, bloody aftermath of the last battle. Might have allowed the solemnity of the moment, the mourning, to soften his stance. But distance from Nalawi has only hardened his position. He let remorse guide his actions here for the last few months, let guilt for his past wrongs make him subservient; soft. The guilt remains.

The subservience will not.

He will be blunt. ]

You have, in the past.

[ He glances at the cub. She's now in deep sleep, wheezing softly, her tail twitching as she dreams of prey. ]

Less so now.

[ He reaches to set his bottle down on the bureau beside the bed. ]

Tell me what you have lost.

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Everything.

[It feels like as much, anyway. But Gilgamesh can recognize he won't quite understand with just a single word, so he elaborates.]

My Master, the one who gives me life and energy and holds my reins, has vanished. As has my lover, my friend, the one I trusted above all others. Both gone in the space of a breath, and I was powerless to stop them.

[But even if he's upset, there's no tears to shed over it. Gilgamesh doesn't fall into depression, at least not before Koltira, and rather focuses on him. It's true that he saw him as monster from the very beginning, but knowing that some shred of life still existed within him, that he still had memories, that he could still smile...

Well, maybe this was why his loss hurt as deeply as it did. He'd grown too soft in his stay here, and pain was the result. Pain he deserved.]

I know... I have seen... that you can feel things. That you can remember things. Did you ever have a person such as that? A brother you cherished?

[respired]

[ 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.

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[Gilgamesh just shakes his head; for once, he can't remember either. And for a being of ordinarily impeccable memory, that was quite a red flag indeed.]

We may never be whole again. I have accepted that; I have embraced that.

[Not that it lessened the pain of having something precious given to you then take away. Gilgamesh was reluctant for any form of contact right now, but even so, he reaches for Koltira's wrist and grasps in a faint reassuring gesture. Whereas Koltira is cold, Gilgamesh is always warm. Even when he doesn't particularly feel like it.]

I wish I had better words for you. But I can tell you this: I will stand by you. When the others deride you, when the others doubt you, as they will inevitably do once more, it will be my hand on your shoulder. It will be my voice in your ear, telling you, stand strong. For you are so strong already.

[That isn't idle flattery, either. It was no easy feat, matching Gilgamesh in combat. At first, his frenzied attacks had made him mad, and he'd likened him to a beast, but then he realized: this is a worthy opponent, who faces me now. And any Servant could respect that. So Gilgamesh respects Koltira, in his own way.

He cares for him, in his own way, not as a friend, but as...]

You are my comrade. And I shall fight with you, from this day forward.

[respired]

[ These are kind words; perhaps the kindest he's ever heard from Gilgamesh. His mind is only slightly muddled with drink; such things take a great deal of effort on his part, after all. As such, he listens carefully. As Gil talks, Koltira considers lynx; possible names run like a marquee through the back of his head (something positive, something to suggest hope).

When Gil takes his wrist, he doesn't tug away. The other man's fingers are comforting; soft. Not sensations that Koltira dislikes; that he has ever disliked. He relaxes in this grip. ]

... thank you, Gilgamesh. Your words mean much.

[ Particularly given the long road it took to get here. ]

I will do the same for you.

[ He can sense that there is a deep wrongness in Gilgamesh right now, though he doesn't know how to correct it. Perhaps he can't. But he can offer a true, simple response. ]

Do not hesitate to call on me, should you require it.