[Gilgamesh doesn't just shout it. He screams it, a nasty screech that tears its ways out of his lungs and hurts to hear. Whereas Archer was selfless, Gilgamesh was selfish. He wanted to live, he wanted everything for himself, he wanted everyone to march exactly as he pleased with not a single foot of line. The second they did, there'd be hell to pay. There almost was. Letting Gilgamesh seeing this was a mistake; more than ever, he sympathizes with that twisted plan. Not because it made sense, even if it, but because of the hurt he feels, the fear he's experienced in watching himself die.
He's out of his own mind, in this moment, and one too many steps closer to the threat Archer initially sought to eradicate. This was a mistake, as well as a tipping point, and Gilgamesh has been tipped clean over to point of all consuming insanity.]
What else was to be done with them?! They were running wild, like insects! Insects must be exterminated! They must be culled, and corrected, and...
[Wait, what was he saying? What was even the point of making arguments here? Gilgamesh runs out of breath. Almost falls on top of himself, winded.]
All that time—all along—how could you have ever allowed such a thing?! Why did you do this? To me! To me! Archer, why did you do this, Archer...!
[He's shrieking. He's flailing at Archer, trying to hurt him, to claw into him, but it's all blind. He's so, so incensed, and it's got nowhere to go but out.]
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[Gilgamesh doesn't just shout it. He screams it, a nasty screech that tears its ways out of his lungs and hurts to hear. Whereas Archer was selfless, Gilgamesh was selfish. He wanted to live, he wanted everything for himself, he wanted everyone to march exactly as he pleased with not a single foot of line. The second they did, there'd be hell to pay. There almost was. Letting Gilgamesh seeing this was a mistake; more than ever, he sympathizes with that twisted plan. Not because it made sense, even if it, but because of the hurt he feels, the fear he's experienced in watching himself die.
He's out of his own mind, in this moment, and one too many steps closer to the threat Archer initially sought to eradicate. This was a mistake, as well as a tipping point, and Gilgamesh has been tipped clean over to point of all consuming insanity.]
What else was to be done with them?! They were running wild, like insects! Insects must be exterminated! They must be culled, and corrected, and...
[Wait, what was he saying? What was even the point of making arguments here? Gilgamesh runs out of breath. Almost falls on top of himself, winded.]
All that time—all along—how could you have ever allowed such a thing?! Why did you do this? To me! To me! Archer, why did you do this, Archer...!
[He's shrieking. He's flailing at Archer, trying to hurt him, to claw into him, but it's all blind. He's so, so incensed, and it's got nowhere to go but out.]