[The compliment just gets a smooth little smile out of him, like the hazy rays of summer.]
Of course I did. I'm the child of the sun. That's why I favor gold.
[She's right to feel guilty, but Gilgamesh would still chide her for it. Time has passed and tempers have cooled and he's accepted his punishmentânot because he wronged in hurting her, but because he wronged in telling such a transparent lie. He wasn't so clever, wasn't so invincible, and he'd lost her hand because of it.
But she never gave back the box. She still wore the ring. She tries to fight off what she has every right to feel, and he notices this, and he wonders if he should pity her in all her loneliness. If he should forgive the pretty Marchioness, bound up in her room by duty and by station, never to prowl the halls as lionness again.
He's reaching for a cake when she's reaching for his hand. This insufferable girl really does get in the way of everything enjoyable.]
I have one. No more, no less.
[Here, he will assert himself. He will tell her what he couldn't back then, that she was wrong, that they all were to judge him so.]
I loved him. That was my story, Hermione. That is the basis of my legend, of my Epic. The strength of friendship you speak of, the power that knows no bounds... it began with me. [More desperately, as when he confessed to it:] I wanted to tell you but couldn't find the time. I wanted you to know.
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Of course I did. I'm the child of the sun. That's why I favor gold.
[She's right to feel guilty, but Gilgamesh would still chide her for it. Time has passed and tempers have cooled and he's accepted his punishmentânot because he wronged in hurting her, but because he wronged in telling such a transparent lie. He wasn't so clever, wasn't so invincible, and he'd lost her hand because of it.
But she never gave back the box. She still wore the ring. She tries to fight off what she has every right to feel, and he notices this, and he wonders if he should pity her in all her loneliness. If he should forgive the pretty Marchioness, bound up in her room by duty and by station, never to prowl the halls as lionness again.
He's reaching for a cake when she's reaching for his hand. This insufferable girl really does get in the way of everything enjoyable.]
I have one. No more, no less.
[Here, he will assert himself. He will tell her what he couldn't back then, that she was wrong, that they all were to judge him so.]
I loved him. That was my story, Hermione. That is the basis of my legend, of my Epic. The strength of friendship you speak of, the power that knows no bounds... it began with me. [More desperately, as when he confessed to it:] I wanted to tell you but couldn't find the time. I wanted you to know.