[It sounds louder than it actually is, Setsuna's palm slapping his cheek. If Gilgamesh had not known Setsuna nearly so well, this would've been the equivalent of signing his own death warrant. His eyes go wide; he gasps; and the violent gesture seems to do the trick, clearing his vision of what isn't and could never be there. However, even if Gilgamesh has returned to lucidity, he now must explain himself to the other man, and that's a difficult task onto itself.]

I...

[I what? Gilgamesh trips over his own words and for once, doesn't have much to say, or at least nothing he can form coherently. He swallows the bile rising uncomfortably in his throat and wants very much to run away, to escape from the situation. Quite a change from the bold King who claimed he could face down the world itself.

He shakes his head a few times, and ultimately, cannot help the pitiful expression that spreads across his face.]

I just... I knew, I knew he was not before me, but I wanted...

[I wanted to see him again. One last time. How embarrassing.]

Ah, a King mustn't show such things to his knight. Forget you ever saw that, I command it of you.