[ This is a moment that Setsuna knows won't come around often, if it ever would again. None of them have an idea when they would be separated. No different from a flower that wilts easily, the time that a single person can be together with another is also temporal. For that reason, he stays still. He wants to remember this King, just as he remembers all the faces that he meets. He's always thankful for every fleeting repose in his life, especially as someone on the journey for lasting peace. He doesn't want to take any of them for granted.

Falling into further lull, Setsuna allows their shared comfort to recover his depleted mana. All this time, he keeps his eyes shut. He leans forward just a little more. He doesn't need to look at Gilgamesh to know how he's feeling, so instead he allows himself to be flooded with thoughts. It's been two months... Although he has almost never said anything about himself, this King is always willing to understand him. Maybe... maybe that was one of the reasons why he wanted to return the same sentiments. No, it certainly is. Gilgamesh didn't need to understand him. He never cared about being understood. Though, whenever someone does... he can't ever deny it; he's blissful. These actions never seem to be enough to express his appreciation.

Even more when he hears words like that. He could feel his heart tighten all over again. ]

I will never regret it, either. I have always just lived on to fulfill in what I believe in, and I will never acknowledge any more regrets.

[ So Gilgamesh shouldn't, either. Setsuna is relieved to hear him say those words. He hopes that the King won't forget them, though he has faith this is the case. ]

I am glad, that we have met.