[That's what Gilgamesh has to say. Red stares into red; his pupils flit dangerously narrow, but of course that won't deter her. He doesn't want it to. The glory's in the chase, not the prize. Surely a warlord understood as much. Surely she would refuse him, and laugh in the face of capture...
But part of him doesn't want her to. She looks so appealing like that, and Gilgamesh even turns docile in her grip. All too willing for whatever follows.]
I could bring myself to challenge her, and turn the world to ashes, before she could ever set her greed upon it. Because it is mine.
[Perhaps this was the beginning of a beautiful, and deadly, partnership.]
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[That's what Gilgamesh has to say. Red stares into red; his pupils flit dangerously narrow, but of course that won't deter her. He doesn't want it to. The glory's in the chase, not the prize. Surely a warlord understood as much. Surely she would refuse him, and laugh in the face of capture...
But part of him doesn't want her to. She looks so appealing like that, and Gilgamesh even turns docile in her grip. All too willing for whatever follows.]
I could bring myself to challenge her, and turn the world to ashes, before she could ever set her greed upon it. Because it is mine.
[Perhaps this was the beginning of a beautiful, and deadly, partnership.]