[She stares at him, for a long, quiet moment. Gilgamesh, if he so desired, could tell this person how well he knew her, or what he would have taken for as delusions on her part.
But...still. She comes back to Adra, where he crouches on the ground, hands on her thighs.
Is this what a hero looks like? Maybe so.]
We don't deserve you.
[Her and Gilgamesh, the other blackhearts. Her voice is surprisingly tender. She's not sure what to do about him. Not really. Prove him wrong? That will come with time. Hurt him? Already done.]
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But...still. She comes back to Adra, where he crouches on the ground, hands on her thighs.
Is this what a hero looks like? Maybe so.]
We don't deserve you.
[Her and Gilgamesh, the other blackhearts. Her voice is surprisingly tender. She's not sure what to do about him. Not really. Prove him wrong? That will come with time. Hurt him? Already done.]