[Different times, different goals, different ambitions. Before Gilgamesh fell into the Grail, and shrugged off All the Evils of the World; before he spent so many miserable years beside Kirei, hating humanity more with each passing day; before he came to hate it so much, he drank from his own potion of youth to forget everything. Before he came to realize that the world he was so charged to look after needed to be purged entirely of human sin.

Before everything that would come to drive them against one another in that doomed future. Gilgamesh does not know of it, could not even foresee it now. He only remembers wishing for their wedding, more than anything else, to drown her in sorrow and suffering so that he might witness the beauty of her tragedy firsthand...

But all that melodrama seemed very far away from bird poop and rat extermination. And losing everything tended to force a change of perspective, for good or for ill.]

I will take the rest of the supplies back, and see that you are properly compensated for your efforts.

[Fair was fair. Even as a weak Pawn, he couldn't have done it without her.]

Until that time, may fortune favor us both.

[A peaceful farewell? Or almost something like it. Gilgamesh, being the melodramatic clod he is, jumps the rest of the way down, straight off the edge. ...he's fine, really.]