[At least Adra has relaxed some. He cannot truly say how much, because Gilgamesh was beginning to learn more about him, too—and in so doing learn that his mood often sat on a razor's edge. There was a lot of passion in that perky little body of his, but there was instability, too. Something dangerous if left to simmer.

Of course, being cut from the same mold, Gilgamesh finds himself very much attracted to it.]

"King of Heroes" is my formal title, so indeed, I rule them. I was born of the gods, though I broke away from their ilk. Think of me more as...

[With his free hand, Gilgamesh swirls his fingers in the pool. Once, he could've made it shimmer and shine, but now it's left to imagination.]

...a force of nature. An agent of balance. Something powerful, beyond comprehension, so do not feel too sorry for me; I am strong all on my own.