[Despite Gilgamesh's petulant attitude, however, his grip proves gentle. He frowns too, for a different reason.]

You are upset.

[Or at the very least, unhappy. Careless at the best of times but far from outright dense, Gilgamesh has sense enough—and shame enough—to glance away. He won't say he's sorry, can't even remember when last he had to anyone for anything, but his body language has turned apologetic. Saber won't see it, but he will. It won't make much of a difference to her; he needs to, in contrast. Gilgamesh trusts him more with it. Figures he might understand it.

Apparently, Saber's earnest promise to try had been all but forgotten.]

It is a complicated matter. I will explain once we're through. For now...

[For now, they're stuck with each other. Gilgamesh attempts a smile, triumphant and compelling.]

Believe in me, as much as you can—because I know, in truth, she cannot.

[Time to join her. He gives Adra a tug and starts following Saber up the steps and into the hive.]