If you claim to be human, you must know something of human history.

[Straight for the throat himself, this one. Tieria may be accustomed to others backing down before his sharp tongue, but Gilgamesh weathers it well. Tieria demonstrates directness, and Gilgamesh reflects it in kind. In a way, this says more about the sort of man he was than words ever could. His behavior, and his mannerisms, are what truly give him away for what he is: a proud, regal King who saw himself as beyond everyone else.]

I am the very same Gilgamesh of legend, recorded at the dawn of civilization. I ruled over the kingdom of Sumeria, from my high throne in Uruk, as dictated by the gods. Two-thirds divine, one-thirds man; he who raised the city walls by hand, he who saw the deep, he who stood above all.

[Gilgamesh downs his glass in a few sure sips and quickly motions for another, to the scrambling waiter behind him.]

I have been tasked with guiding humanity into the future, a goal I suspect you understand better than most. As does Setsuna.