The last memory I have of the world I left behind is my death and the cold dark that followed. He may call it pleasant sleep, but for myself, it was positively wretched.
[And it is unpleasant to recall, but out of some buried sense of fairness, he digs for the truth.]
That I might meet you shortly thereafter... however pitiful, perhaps it was also inevitable I sought something bright to extinguish that endless sea of black.
There's one Grail per universe, right? The human I was based from might be alive in your world, and she might not be sick, either. ...but, if that Grail were to try and create me, I don't think you'd be happy with the end result.
[...Hakuno. Hakuno, that's probably not... what he meant...]
...I let you in, because I want to believe that eventually, you'll be able to inspire that feeling in me too, without the sick, clawing anger I sometimes need to choke back when I think of you. Because there was a time when you did make me happy, very simply and without second thought.
[A brief window, after their moment with the flowers and the bloom of memories the dreamscape had unleashed upon them.]
Because you, of all people, apologized. That much will get the window open.
[Gilgamesh was born prickly, but in spite of this the gods created him tactile and sensitive. To deny him touch is to deny him the only real connection he could possibly hope to have with someone, or at least he has always thought so—that is also why he climbs through the window, because even he recognizes that it will otherwise be lost to him forever.
To that end, it is the little things that matter. When her fingers rest upon his ears it soothes a thousand aches words simply cannot reach, and she will feel him sag with relief.]
May he guide us all.
[Regardless of their spats, their arguments, their differences and their denials, Enkidu would serve as an anchor for them, just as he had all those years ago.]
[Hakuno, as ever, knows where to hit exactly to do the most damage. AS the eternal underdog, those instincts, desperate and quietly brutal, are how she has survived, time and time again. ...well, that and sheer dumb luck.
She cut him, as deep and as roughly as she could, with a simple, inelegant stonewall. But even then, she isn't a cruel person by nature, so the gentleness seeps through the cracks here and there.]
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...I feel a degree of affection for you.
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[Too clever by far.]
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[And it is unpleasant to recall, but out of some buried sense of fairness, he digs for the truth.]
That I might meet you shortly thereafter... however pitiful, perhaps it was also inevitable I sought something bright to extinguish that endless sea of black.
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[...Hakuno. Hakuno, that's probably not... what he meant...]
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[There. There it is.]
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[A brief window, after their moment with the flowers and the bloom of memories the dreamscape had unleashed upon them.]
Because you, of all people, apologized. That much will get the window open.
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[He states as much, but...]
There is no happiness I inspire outside my obligations. There is no happiness I expect outside the culmination of my plans.
[...it's a little hard to believe with everything that has happened.]
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[She reaches up and gently rubs his ears.]
Your brother is here, after all.
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To that end, it is the little things that matter. When her fingers rest upon his ears it soothes a thousand aches words simply cannot reach, and she will feel him sag with relief.]
May he guide us all.
[Regardless of their spats, their arguments, their differences and their denials, Enkidu would serve as an anchor for them, just as he had all those years ago.]
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[Hakuno, as ever, knows where to hit exactly to do the most damage. AS the eternal underdog, those instincts, desperate and quietly brutal, are how she has survived, time and time again. ...well, that and sheer dumb luck.
She cut him, as deep and as roughly as she could, with a simple, inelegant stonewall. But even then, she isn't a cruel person by nature, so the gentleness seeps through the cracks here and there.]
...so, after Humbaba?
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Ishtar.
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[deep breath]
...you shall have to wait and see for next time.
[Oh, what a bastard.]
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[But...]
Maybe I'll ask for her side of the story too, for comparison's sake.
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[Translation: someone's a little sore that she's here along with everyone else.]
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[Hakuno, no, please, tell him it was just a bath...]
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[Whatever could he be implying....]
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