[When his eyes open again, they are vivid, alert, much sharper than before. They are eyes of one who hunts, and was hunted in turn. They are eyes that have killed, eyes that have targeted and by targeted by others. While it was true that Gilgamesh could be a very lazy King, he was no less a Servant than his kin, no less shackled to the battlefield than the ones he claimed to rule over.
Setsuna may have met royalty before, but none like Gilgamesh—none who wore the armor of a being born to do battle, endlessly, for as long as they were bound to a higher power. A hero-king that fought as well as ruled. This was indeed the Gilgamesh of legend, who built the walls of Uruk with his bare hands and so defended it much the same way.
And in this moment, he speaks as Setsuna does: distant, cold, and worn at the edges by ceaseless bloodshed.]
I fight because I am compelled; because it gives me life; because it gives me purpose. I fought before you were born and I will fight long after you are dead. I fought at the beginning of the world and I will fight at its end. I fight forever, because that is the way of my world, of any world, for all eternity.
[Gilgamesh pulls his hand back with the faintest of grins. It is a little sad, a little faraway. Acknowledging the endlessness of his own existence.]
So another war has begun. So humanity fails to learn from its sins. I, Gilgamesh, will act as that agent of order, until everything comes to a close.
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[When his eyes open again, they are vivid, alert, much sharper than before. They are eyes of one who hunts, and was hunted in turn. They are eyes that have killed, eyes that have targeted and by targeted by others. While it was true that Gilgamesh could be a very lazy King, he was no less a Servant than his kin, no less shackled to the battlefield than the ones he claimed to rule over.
Setsuna may have met royalty before, but none like Gilgamesh—none who wore the armor of a being born to do battle, endlessly, for as long as they were bound to a higher power. A hero-king that fought as well as ruled. This was indeed the Gilgamesh of legend, who built the walls of Uruk with his bare hands and so defended it much the same way.
And in this moment, he speaks as Setsuna does: distant, cold, and worn at the edges by ceaseless bloodshed.]
I fight because I am compelled; because it gives me life; because it gives me purpose. I fought before you were born and I will fight long after you are dead. I fought at the beginning of the world and I will fight at its end. I fight forever, because that is the way of my world, of any world, for all eternity.
[Gilgamesh pulls his hand back with the faintest of grins. It is a little sad, a little faraway. Acknowledging the endlessness of his own existence.]
So another war has begun. So humanity fails to learn from its sins. I, Gilgamesh, will act as that agent of order, until everything comes to a close.