Dorian doesn't really understand why it all went sour. He doesn't understands Gilgamesh's seething possessiveness. Both of them seem to have the wrong idea about love, and it makes no sense to him when he feels he has been very clear about it from the start.
Gilgamesh makes loud pronouncements, and Hermione makes firm speeches. But Dorian answers them both with a voice still as sweet and simple as a flute. "Gilgamesh doesn't love me. He will not take me as a friend."
Yet he leans back back into Gilgamesh's grip, accepting the comfort of it. "And Hermione doesn't crave your blood. She is not a beast."
He thought he already made his choice, and he doesn't see why no one will listen to it. So, almost pouting, he concludes, "You each offer to me a different kind of happiness, so I should like to have both of you at once." And, that sad expression growing in strength, he adds, "You both make me happy."
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Gilgamesh makes loud pronouncements, and Hermione makes firm speeches. But Dorian answers them both with a voice still as sweet and simple as a flute. "Gilgamesh doesn't love me. He will not take me as a friend."
Yet he leans back back into Gilgamesh's grip, accepting the comfort of it. "And Hermione doesn't crave your blood. She is not a beast."
He thought he already made his choice, and he doesn't see why no one will listen to it. So, almost pouting, he concludes, "You each offer to me a different kind of happiness, so I should like to have both of you at once." And, that sad expression growing in strength, he adds, "You both make me happy."