[Enkidu is not here, she claims, and he wants to argue, but after a moment's worth of focus... he realizes she's right. The memory clears, leaving only Vietnam behind. The sight of a woman in tears was truly beautiful, but he derives no pleasure from seeing Vietnam so concerned. He reaches for her face immediately, as if she's the one in need of soothing, then gradually floats back to reality.]
So he is not. I am uncertain what happened just now.
[Gilgamesh strives to hide the look of supreme disappointment, borderline depression on his face. In this new world, he would dream like never before, and often he was haunted by visions of Enkidu. He wishes he were alone if only so he would not appear so weak in front of Vietnam.
Alas, he must put up a strong front instead and act like it never happened.]
I thank you for the reminder. On occasion, my mind tends to drift.
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So he is not. I am uncertain what happened just now.
[Gilgamesh strives to hide the look of supreme disappointment, borderline depression on his face. In this new world, he would dream like never before, and often he was haunted by visions of Enkidu. He wishes he were alone if only so he would not appear so weak in front of Vietnam.
Alas, he must put up a strong front instead and act like it never happened.]
I thank you for the reminder. On occasion, my mind tends to drift.