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[brainiest]

 
"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!" 

 

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[babbylon]

[He hears her walking, can't see but can guess where she's at, and blurts out without thinking:]

Don't take it down. It was ours. It was, I did make that for you, I did not deceive...

[Oh, but none of that matters now. He's starting to babble and starting to slip. His claws are dug in so deeply that she won't ever be free of him, this stands as his sole consolation through all of this, but he's losing himself to that same madness he spoke of again. Maybe it wasn't such a joke after all. Maybe it wasn't such a clever stretch of the truth.

Maybe the Grail really was devouring him, little by little, even worlds away.

He senses that kindness, latches onto more from selfishness and need than any clever move. He's out of cleverness for the day. Out of it for awhile, most likely.]

It was me you hung on your wall all this time. Me who you gazed upon in times of doubt. Me who you trusted. Don't forget that, Hermione.

[...Gilgamesh hangs up first. He can't take any more of this.]