I remember a little, in that portal world. Before...
[He killed himself so she wouldn't die alone.]
Well, I imagine that ship is probably in your treasury, right? So, you definitely have the capacity to try it out, if the fancy takes you. Maybe as a celebration for when you kick this curse, or something.
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[He killed himself so she wouldn't die alone.]
Well, I imagine that ship is probably in your treasury, right? So, you definitely have the capacity to try it out, if the fancy takes you. Maybe as a celebration for when you kick this curse, or something.
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[Kicking a curse. Repentance. Making apologies when he's never made one in his entire existence.]
I only have the pieces of a dream. An inkling, at best, of a puzzle I don't know the shape of. Celebrations are a faraway fantasy.
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[Except, you know, accepting the state of things.]
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[Definitively:]
I prevail.
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[She shakes her head again, but leaves it at that.]
What happened next?
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With a moment of hesitation, Gilgamesh guides the book shut.]
I shall tell you more another time. It is best savored in pieces, rather than all at once.
[That or he's just fabricating an excuse to come see her again. Not that he'd ever resort to such an underhanded tactic.]
Keep this safe for me. It is one of my most precious possessions.
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I suppose so.
[All her Servants are sparing, when it comes to anecdotes about their mortal lives.]
...are you sure you don't want to tuck it back in the gate?
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[...in spite of everything...]
...you will treat it with the respect it deserves. It is best with you.
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[She knows old books should stay out of direct sunlight, so maybe a locked drawer would work...]
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[Gilgamesh rises to leave, stretching his wings with effortless deftness compared to his earlier fumbling.]
Take care of yourself, as well.
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[That may be the biggest lie she has ever told him to date.]
Have a safe trip back.