"It doesn't mean much if you don't struggle. And if you can't remember anything worthwhile, that won't help, either."
And there it comes, the voice of someone familiar, manifested from a single ball of light. And so there Gilgamesh was, all along, concealing himself and watching their attempts from his private stage. Hanging off the edge of a lower roof, a grin splitting his features with a golden bow clasped in his hands.
It's a hop, skip and a jump back onto solid ground, and he glides past Hermione as if she doesn't even exist, weaves an arm about his Master's waist and brushes foreheads before dancing back again in a casually flippant display.
"Your magic drew me here," Gilgamesh explains, eyes flickering ever so briefly to Hermione. "Were you in need of assistance, Master? I suspect I know the issue. I can resolve it."
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And there it comes, the voice of someone familiar, manifested from a single ball of light. And so there Gilgamesh was, all along, concealing himself and watching their attempts from his private stage. Hanging off the edge of a lower roof, a grin splitting his features with a golden bow clasped in his hands.
It's a hop, skip and a jump back onto solid ground, and he glides past Hermione as if she doesn't even exist, weaves an arm about his Master's waist and brushes foreheads before dancing back again in a casually flippant display.
"Your magic drew me here," Gilgamesh explains, eyes flickering ever so briefly to Hermione. "Were you in need of assistance, Master? I suspect I know the issue. I can resolve it."