[...well, she's making this awfully easy, isn't she? So Gilgamesh just repeats himself:]
"Make of it as much or as little as you'd like."
[He already has the answer he's after, saw it from the moment her eyes sparkled and danced and from that warmth that only comes skin-to-skin, and so doesn't look put out in the slightest. She holds the box, and she is unsure, but that's the clincher, that's the endgame, that's the victory in itself.
She's still holding the box. And that's all he needs from her.
Gilgamesh cocks his head, and compared to her stammering and stumbling, he's perfectly, enviably even.]
Have you forgotten? Or perhaps I simply never said so, but I'm unlike humans. The world we see, the world you see... they're not the same at all, because Servants exist outside of it. What bonds we have are made through oft precarious means, as we do not often know how long we'll even exist in a single place at a single point of time for.
[That much isn't a ruse. It's the truth, or at least a version of it. And with the truth, Gilgamesh slips back into himself slightly. Into the Gilgamesh she admired, and who was genuinely noble, and genuinely fair.]
To put it frankly, I'm more like that ring than I'm like a person. Very valuable, of course, and crafted into all sorts of beautiful shapes, but that is as close to you as I might remain. So keep it close, and do as you will with it. I take no offense. [An honest smile.] Why not you? That's the only answer I have to give. Why should I pick anyone else, but the magus who would face the world and its demons and tell them all, "I can do anything, I am not afraid"?
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"Make of it as much or as little as you'd like."
[He already has the answer he's after, saw it from the moment her eyes sparkled and danced and from that warmth that only comes skin-to-skin, and so doesn't look put out in the slightest. She holds the box, and she is unsure, but that's the clincher, that's the endgame, that's the victory in itself.
She's still holding the box. And that's all he needs from her.
Gilgamesh cocks his head, and compared to her stammering and stumbling, he's perfectly, enviably even.]
Have you forgotten? Or perhaps I simply never said so, but I'm unlike humans. The world we see, the world you see... they're not the same at all, because Servants exist outside of it. What bonds we have are made through oft precarious means, as we do not often know how long we'll even exist in a single place at a single point of time for.
[That much isn't a ruse. It's the truth, or at least a version of it. And with the truth, Gilgamesh slips back into himself slightly. Into the Gilgamesh she admired, and who was genuinely noble, and genuinely fair.]
To put it frankly, I'm more like that ring than I'm like a person. Very valuable, of course, and crafted into all sorts of beautiful shapes, but that is as close to you as I might remain. So keep it close, and do as you will with it. I take no offense. [An honest smile.] Why not you? That's the only answer I have to give. Why should I pick anyone else, but the magus who would face the world and its demons and tell them all, "I can do anything, I am not afraid"?