You know, a certain friend of mine would often tell me the same...

[Of course, Gilgamesh has no friends—none save for one, so he could only possibly be referring to one individual.

Her answer's to be expected, though. Even back at the banquet, he'd seen a snippet of a woman who could not understand anything but sorrow. Even if she were to encounter happiness, she'd never expect it to last very long, in contrast to himself, who always sought pleasure in all that he did. Even if he'd suffered too, at the very end of his life, he'd never allowed it to consume him, or so he'd say.

Artoria, however... does she even know how to live, beyond that warrior's guise? It's almost sad. And as always, it keeps him fascinated in her.]

Regardless, it remains your choice. Wholly yours. With no kingdom to look after, and no Master to serve, what will you do?

[As ever, he cannot abide her request; Gilgamesh seeks entertainment in all things and all people. He smirks a bit for it.]

Follow wherever your heart may lead, little king. I look forward to witnessing the results.