[ Adra winces, because it's true--Gilgamesh is significantly stronger than him; outweighs him, has half a foot of height on him. In terms of pure physicality, there's simply no contest. He all but crumples in the other man's grip, but he's still hissing through his teeth like an angry snake. ]
Let me go--I never asked--I've never asked anything of you!
[ And here his voice cracks; takes on a wild quality, something terrible and sorrowful at once. ]
no subject
Let me go--I never asked--I've never asked anything of you!
[ And here his voice cracks; takes on a wild quality, something terrible and sorrowful at once. ]
Not one damn thing, have I?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut. ]
I never did.
[ So why, why? ]