[I don't want it. I'll throw it away. He'll say it and make her cry. He swears to himself he will but doesn't. Her words are few compared to all those troubled thoughts rolling around in that tenacious little head, but he knows when he's being looked at—truly looked at—and assessed. She's considering him and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like that she cares for him and he doesn't like that she won't make this easy.
Why aren't you yelling? Why aren't you hateful? Why aren't you mad? These are the only things Gilgamesh thinks of in comparison. Maybe he was like that once, just and good and brave for the sake of his friend. He doesn't even remember anymore. He already wants to forget this ever happened.
With her hands in his, he lowers his forehead to them, as if in prayer. It is the greatest display of submission he will allow before anyone. It is the truest sign Gilgamesh no longer holds any lasting spite in this game of theirs, because childishness won't win him the match.]
Don't escape.
[Everyone only ever sees him at his worst. Only the worst is left over. The best was left behind with Enkidu. A weaker man's hands would shake. His do. He isn't weak. He tells himself this again and again and sinks further into the delusion that he can have this woman anytime he wants, the same as he can have Saber.
Saber won't even look at him. The thought of Hermione forgetting him is...]
Don't go. I want to come back. I want to see the lance. I want to remember.
[The real truth of the matter is that Gilgamesh is terrified of being forgotten by anyone.]
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Why aren't you yelling? Why aren't you hateful? Why aren't you mad? These are the only things Gilgamesh thinks of in comparison. Maybe he was like that once, just and good and brave for the sake of his friend. He doesn't even remember anymore. He already wants to forget this ever happened.
With her hands in his, he lowers his forehead to them, as if in prayer. It is the greatest display of submission he will allow before anyone. It is the truest sign Gilgamesh no longer holds any lasting spite in this game of theirs, because childishness won't win him the match.]
Don't escape.
[Everyone only ever sees him at his worst. Only the worst is left over. The best was left behind with Enkidu. A weaker man's hands would shake. His do. He isn't weak. He tells himself this again and again and sinks further into the delusion that he can have this woman anytime he wants, the same as he can have Saber.
Saber won't even look at him. The thought of Hermione forgetting him is...]
Don't go. I want to come back. I want to see the lance. I want to remember.
[The real truth of the matter is that Gilgamesh is terrified of being forgotten by anyone.]