[What more is there to even say? It seems they understand each other all too well now.
Without another word, because they are no longer necessary, Gilgamesh dips his head and gives his tigress, his queen, a long, deep, and proper kiss, so even if she cannot love she will at least know what it feels like. She will at least know it was felt towards her by someone she cared for in return, and that her memory will not so easily fade for him, either. He will remember the woman who believed in him from the start and so helped lead him to glory once again, not that it ever truly faded.
Even a tyrant has his soft spots. And Vietnam has found one of them for sure. Or rather, she has become one of them.]
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Without another word, because they are no longer necessary, Gilgamesh dips his head and gives his tigress, his queen, a long, deep, and proper kiss, so even if she cannot love she will at least know what it feels like. She will at least know it was felt towards her by someone she cared for in return, and that her memory will not so easily fade for him, either. He will remember the woman who believed in him from the start and so helped lead him to glory once again, not that it ever truly faded.
Even a tyrant has his soft spots. And Vietnam has found one of them for sure. Or rather, she has become one of them.]