[Got you.

The ring almost seems to hum with satisfaction when its rightful master studies it, and with even the slightest touch, the garnet glows to life. Glows with life, as he's entrapped himself in that little inset on her little finger for her to treasure always.

And she's such a tiny thing, really, when she draws in for an embrace. So much magical talent and latent ability, but he could take it all back in an instant with a snap of her neck. Cut her down in one keen slice. Pretty in simplicity, because all men bled simply and died exactly the same way.]

Hermione.

[Gilgamesh's voice comes with that same softness. He is a king of many talents, mimicry chief among them. He can play with her. In fact, he must to get what he wants.]

There's much good to be done in this world. Let me do it with you. Alongside you, there's much we can accomplish. Order can yet be restored. [With Ea, chopping apart all this misery.] I may yet prove it to you. Upon my name, I, Gilgamesh, King of Heroes...

[Leaning in, he mutters the very last piece beside the shell of her ear:]

...so pledge myself to you, however you see fit, to achieve these great things.