[She wouldn't refuse. If anything, she'd seek him out, try to drown in the sensation. Even if she were to go back...it was a hollow thing. She did the right thing, in the end, but she would never have Gilgamesh again. Not him, or the one that she truly misses.
It's almost like a slap in the face when he lets go. And yet...for all she inhales sharply, there is mercy in his cruelty.
It takes her a few moments. When she looks over at him, there's something new in her gaze-something curious, assessing him before her eyes turn back to the dirty glass.
There's an exchange that's supposed to take place, something given in return but...she's not sure what it is. Other then two, simple words.]
Thank you.
[They're quiet, easily dismissed. But sincere. Acknowledging what he's done-and what he didn't do.]
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It's almost like a slap in the face when he lets go. And yet...for all she inhales sharply, there is mercy in his cruelty.
It takes her a few moments. When she looks over at him, there's something new in her gaze-something curious, assessing him before her eyes turn back to the dirty glass.
There's an exchange that's supposed to take place, something given in return but...she's not sure what it is. Other then two, simple words.]
Thank you.
[They're quiet, easily dismissed. But sincere. Acknowledging what he's done-and what he didn't do.]