[ He pushes a flat palm against Gilgamesh's chest; it's not really an attempt to get away, so much as it's an expression of frustration. ]
You're a damn piece of work.
[ His thoughts are muddled, hazy, but he clamps down on them, on himself. He bites his lip. ]
First of all--I'm not going to cry. Second ...
[ Well, maybe it does seem like everything is a trial for the Light. That accusation is hard to set aside. He presses forward anyway, fingers curling against Gil's chest. ]
Second, you can stop with this--whole--thing you're doing right now! You--say all this to me, and what are you, huh? This great tyrant who doesn't really care about anyone or anything, this king so far above everyone else! What you do is the exact same damn thing that I do, Gil--it's just dressed up differently!
But what it comes down to is distance.
[ He's babbling a little, but look. He is dying, OK. He thumps his fist, weakly, against Gil's chest. ]
Do you want close that distance? Why should I, if you won't?
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[ He pushes a flat palm against Gilgamesh's chest; it's not really an attempt to get away, so much as it's an expression of frustration. ]
You're a damn piece of work.
[ His thoughts are muddled, hazy, but he clamps down on them, on himself. He bites his lip. ]
First of all--I'm not going to cry. Second ...
[ Well, maybe it does seem like everything is a trial for the Light. That accusation is hard to set aside. He presses forward anyway, fingers curling against Gil's chest. ]
Second, you can stop with this--whole--thing you're doing right now! You--say all this to me, and what are you, huh? This great tyrant who doesn't really care about anyone or anything, this king so far above everyone else! What you do is the exact same damn thing that I do, Gil--it's just dressed up differently!
But what it comes down to is distance.
[ He's babbling a little, but look. He is dying, OK. He thumps his fist, weakly, against Gil's chest. ]
Do you want close that distance? Why should I, if you won't?