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[Gilgamesh reaches forward to rest his hand atop her own. It's not... encouraging, necessarily, or empathetic, but it is calming in a way. He enjoys poking and prodding at people, and would never apologize for it, but he recognizes some deep hurt in her that he'd stoked and seems to be soothing it a little. Sometimes even Gilgamesh could abide limits, or else he's just ensuring he doesn't push so far she'd run off outright. That wouldn't be much fun.]

There was nothing to know.

[Just a vast emptiness. An eternally black void. Entertaining, maybe, but when compared to someone like Caren...]

And there is nothing for you to have. Nothing that you have earned quite yet.