[ As an existence that values every other, Gilgamesh had nothing to worry of that regard either. Setsuna, who tries to embrace every little blossom within his short arms... He will never forget any of them. The meaning of the winter rose seals that fact. That although it may seem so futile, it isn't to someone like him. It's because everything is fleeting that he values them so much. No life is meaningless. Each and every individual that ever came into existence would always leave something behind; it stays, even if they were to part or fade away. In that manner, their memory is immortalized for generations to come.
Certainly, Setsuna will make sure to remember... Gilgamesh, against the watery gray and blue, is flushed along with the rays of the sun. His existence pierces through the aquatic scenery with vibrant colors. His distant King which floats so close to him now... The wordless Knight can only stare out as everything reflects against his eyes, nodding to make his promise one more time. As the King seemingly melts against his hand — the very same preserving hand which ironically fell lives — extends a touch so gentle that anyone would be reminded how contradictory Setsuna really is.
A living weapon that couldn't grasp love, yet shines it far more than anyone... He who broke the definition of love and proved to those around him, that regardless of the fact he's so broken and empty, simply carrying hope in his heart illuminates his existence with overflowing meaning. Setsuna too floats there, the remaining of his smile dissolving — returning to that usual iciness. He moves two hands down, taking hold of two of the King's. It's then that he brings the two of them up again, back to the surface reminiscent of that time.
And once the winds welcome them back to the world, Setsuna voices out: ]
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Certainly, Setsuna will make sure to remember... Gilgamesh, against the watery gray and blue, is flushed along with the rays of the sun. His existence pierces through the aquatic scenery with vibrant colors. His distant King which floats so close to him now... The wordless Knight can only stare out as everything reflects against his eyes, nodding to make his promise one more time. As the King seemingly melts against his hand — the very same preserving hand which ironically fell lives — extends a touch so gentle that anyone would be reminded how contradictory Setsuna really is.
A living weapon that couldn't grasp love, yet shines it far more than anyone... He who broke the definition of love and proved to those around him, that regardless of the fact he's so broken and empty, simply carrying hope in his heart illuminates his existence with overflowing meaning. Setsuna too floats there, the remaining of his smile dissolving — returning to that usual iciness. He moves two hands down, taking hold of two of the King's. It's then that he brings the two of them up again, back to the surface reminiscent of that time.
And once the winds welcome them back to the world, Setsuna voices out: ]
I will continue to live on.
[ And thus, continue to remember everything. ]