[Gilgamesh has calmed from his initial tantrum, which boded well for Guren. He's now no longer seen as an enemy to mow down but as a fellow commiserator in this whole Shinya debacle. He puffs up, proud as a peacock, and recites the entire incident from memory... with some melodrama added, of course.]

I merely wished to examine his weapon. However, he forbade it and escalated the affair to absurd levels.

[Actually, that was Gilgamesh's fault, but he's brushing over that part. Unconsciously he rubs at the spot on his wounded hand, long since patched up.]

I challenged him to shoot, so he did. He aimed for my gut; I managed to block the bullet in time with superior reflexes. Truthfully I was uncertain of his capabilities, but now I know. He's a wolf hiding within sheep's clothing, the worst sort of individual. A face you absolutely cannot trust no matter what.

[There's a special irony in Gilgamesh saying as much, though at least it's a genuine account. There's a little too much emotion invested here for Gilgamesh to make things up, and he certainly wouldn't make up his own defeat, which it undeniably was. He lets loose with another harumph before turning his attention back on Guren.]

Is he your subordinate? Your colleague, perhaps? He has gumption, I'll give him that, but do advise him to keep his gun to himself the next time.

[Maybe next time don't go stealing other people's guns, Gilgamesh. Lesson learned.]