[Gilgamesh accepts the unspoken invitation, reaches forward to thread fingers through this beautiful sword's hair. He's so real, so lifelike... it's hard to believe that, in the end, he originated from a mere object. He's certainly pretty enough to rival many of his own treasures, but of course he knows that and of course he's not feeding into it.]
Is that what you truly believe?
[Gilgamesh seems to be inviting something else, on his own: honest opinion. He tilts his head, eyes growing a bit sharper.]
Or were simply seeking a free drink and an easy lay, as they say? I wonder.
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Is that what you truly believe?
[Gilgamesh seems to be inviting something else, on his own: honest opinion. He tilts his head, eyes growing a bit sharper.]
Or were simply seeking a free drink and an easy lay, as they say? I wonder.