[Gilgamesh guides her to his office, which was comprised of shockingly modest accommodations. Other than the small bed in the corner, used for what she likely expects, nothing seems too gaudy or otherwise out of place in a classy establish.ment It's largely a white room with flourishes of color here and there, mainly in the abundant plant life. The most expensive object appears to be the desk, a solid oak piece with a smoothly polished surface.

Gilgamesh props up a chair for her, sets both glasses down, then assumes a seat himself. Folds his hands in front of him, and perhaps for the first time since they met, appears to take her seriously. There were serious matters on his mind, after all. Playtime could wait until later, until he had his answers.]

I am not going to ask you to recite your experiences from start to finish. I do recognize there are some things I was meant to see for myself.

[He has questions, but maybe... maybe it was better if she began. So, he gestures to her, and begins sipping at his own glass.]

Why don't you tell me what you feel to be most important, first? Beginning from the near end of the Fourth War, whose conclusion I never saw.