[It is earnest observation, and one that escapes him before he can think to stop himself. He'd gripped that hand before. He knew what it held in the past. A gun. A knife. Worse. He could see the strength in his body, though it was comparatively small to everything and everyone else around him. There was no waste in his movements, no mistaken extensions of energy. Every step was purposeful, like he knew exactly where he was going—even if he definitively did not.
It intrigues him more than he cares to let on, beyond simply chasing after a pretty face. Gilgamesh was bored of humans, bored of their whims, but Setsuna was interesting. He was different. And that was enough to pursue him, just to see where he'd lead him, what he'd do.
That is why when he says you are so soft it doesn't quite sound as scathing as it should.]
But to fill it with beauty, one flower at a time... even if it is meaningless, even if that world remained a cold and heartless place...
[Gilgamesh rises to his feet. He doesn't move to follow. He just watches Setsuna's back, subdued.]
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[It is earnest observation, and one that escapes him before he can think to stop himself. He'd gripped that hand before. He knew what it held in the past. A gun. A knife. Worse. He could see the strength in his body, though it was comparatively small to everything and everyone else around him. There was no waste in his movements, no mistaken extensions of energy. Every step was purposeful, like he knew exactly where he was going—even if he definitively did not.
It intrigues him more than he cares to let on, beyond simply chasing after a pretty face. Gilgamesh was bored of humans, bored of their whims, but Setsuna was interesting. He was different. And that was enough to pursue him, just to see where he'd lead him, what he'd do.
That is why when he says you are so soft it doesn't quite sound as scathing as it should.]
But to fill it with beauty, one flower at a time... even if it is meaningless, even if that world remained a cold and heartless place...
[Gilgamesh rises to his feet. He doesn't move to follow. He just watches Setsuna's back, subdued.]
You could wish for worse, I suppose.