[You are so beautiful, he wants to say; how could it be that you will not accept my love? He wants him now more than ever, so grief-stricken, so lost. Wants what he tried to have in the field of flowers but was denied. Wants what he tried to make happen over boxes and a bed, but was ignored. Gilgamesh vowed never to speak of it again, but he thinks of it still. What could be, if he just pushed a little harder, if he just coaxed him a little bit more...
There's no time to think much further on it, though. He's shoved into the ground with shocking strength, and he gasps, the very breath stolen from him. And then Setsuna starts pounding away, and Gilgamesh wriggles in protest, no, no, stop, until he realizes Setsuna means him no harm at all. He's frustrated. He's infuriated. He's sad. And this was the only way he knew to express it, because words came so seldom to him or else not at all. Gilgamesh has been with him long enough to know what what the fists mean, though. He knows what Setsuna screams in his heart without ever opening his mouth.
He claims Setsuna's hands with his own and holds them tight, sitting up.]
I am alive, and so I remain. Do you see me running? Do you see me giving up? What sort of King would I be, to throw it all away, to abandon you?
[And, speaking in his own language, Gilgamesh makes to wrestle Setsuna to the ground instead. To get him on his back, to get him reeling.]
You believe in me! Say that it is so! Tell me I will never be anything less than great and glorious, to earn the sword of such a man!
[So it comes down to this. Those who fight, will fight, in order to understand each other.]
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There's no time to think much further on it, though. He's shoved into the ground with shocking strength, and he gasps, the very breath stolen from him. And then Setsuna starts pounding away, and Gilgamesh wriggles in protest, no, no, stop, until he realizes Setsuna means him no harm at all. He's frustrated. He's infuriated. He's sad. And this was the only way he knew to express it, because words came so seldom to him or else not at all. Gilgamesh has been with him long enough to know what what the fists mean, though. He knows what Setsuna screams in his heart without ever opening his mouth.
He claims Setsuna's hands with his own and holds them tight, sitting up.]
I am alive, and so I remain. Do you see me running? Do you see me giving up? What sort of King would I be, to throw it all away, to abandon you?
[And, speaking in his own language, Gilgamesh makes to wrestle Setsuna to the ground instead. To get him on his back, to get him reeling.]
You believe in me! Say that it is so! Tell me I will never be anything less than great and glorious, to earn the sword of such a man!
[So it comes down to this. Those who fight, will fight, in order to understand each other.]