[Even though Gilgamesh isn't privy to the finer details of his life—that Setsuna was the pilot of a powerful machine, part of an organization called Celestial Being that oversaw the world, went beyond the stars in a very literal sense—he nonetheless knows that he belonged in the sky. Watching from high above, beyond humanity, beyond a homeland. It's evident in how thoughtful he is with every sunset, no matter how many times he's seen one. It never seems to matter; he always seems so awe-inspired by everything. In a sense, Gilgamesh envies him for it. For that innocence, even if he'd claim to the contrary.

When he's hailed this time, Gilgamesh tells him, quite sternly:]

Now, and from this point forward, you have my permission. None of this "may I trouble you" business; just ask.

[It is an uphill battle with Setsuna, coaxing such directness from him, but one he's willing to fight. He prefers that those close to him speak freely, as it is a sign of mutual respect. He may be a King, but Setsuna's opinions matter, too—though, given his stubbornness, only to a certain degree. He's still rather set in his ways.]

That aside... what might I do for you?

[He has a feeling he can guess what's troubling him. His eyes wander to the wound, as well, the slightest bit concerned.]