[Gilgamesh smiles more modestly himself, now—at least as modestly as he can manage—and tells her thus:]
I wished to remind you of the light of the King.
[Of your glory. Of ours. So yes, shockingly enough, it had been a selfless gesture, though on the surface it may have seemed quite the opposite: a selfish attention grab to steal the spotlight and force her notice. Though, even if it had been, it failed in that regard, with Saber too far away to take proper stock of his actions.
Is he waiting for a thank you? A pat on the head? Recognition, maybe? It's hard to say; Gilgamesh only ever gives his true thoughts away when he chooses to do so. But he looks very proud, standing there with her... and indeed, maybe the slightest bit endearing, as a man who was slowly but surely learning how to earn her affections.]
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I wished to remind you of the light of the King.
[Of your glory. Of ours. So yes, shockingly enough, it had been a selfless gesture, though on the surface it may have seemed quite the opposite: a selfish attention grab to steal the spotlight and force her notice. Though, even if it had been, it failed in that regard, with Saber too far away to take proper stock of his actions.
Is he waiting for a thank you? A pat on the head? Recognition, maybe? It's hard to say; Gilgamesh only ever gives his true thoughts away when he chooses to do so. But he looks very proud, standing there with her... and indeed, maybe the slightest bit endearing, as a man who was slowly but surely learning how to earn her affections.]