[He understands all too well, after she explained it to him. Countries cannot love, nor can they marry for love. Marriage is political, to unite lands. They often wonder what love is like. And she would often hear France's stories about it, even though he knows all too well that he can't.

And Gilgamesh would understand because it is the same for him. They have their duties to serve their country. Even if he ruled his, and people feared him. He gave his home his entirety. And even so, he gives her love, and encourages her to love. She knows why she cares for him so.

She pulls his hand and holds it close, and this time she's the one who kisses his fingers.] To hear that from a tyrant who strikes fear in the heart of men. You have more love than I do, Gilgamesh. I know it for certain. You understand it more than I do. [And she can only hope that he continues to keep his heart open, no matter how lonely he, they, can be.]

Then I will say this too. Should ever that day come, my feelings for you will remain the same for eternity. This is not easy for me...a-ah...

[She clears her throat awkwardly, and answers a little slip of paper properly.] I like you, too.