[Gilgamesh could be a little dense on his best days, but even he recognizes this was quickly becoming a mess. So he indulges a very rare habit.
He stops. He thinks. It would do absolutely no good to keep arguing with Vietnam; she'd refuse his every word, insist against her own health she was just fine. Therefore, it made no sense to continue that conversation now. They could speak later, certainly, but it would have to wait until a better moment came along.
Meanwhile, Jae-ha seemed to be trying hard to keep everyone happy, just like Vietnam. He's attempting to distract from the building tension in the space and Gilgamesh can also recognize that. He can appreciate that. You are a fool, he notes to himself, yet a well-intended one.
And finally, there's Setsuna. Setsuna, who he'd vowed to turn blind eyes and deaf ears to.
The expression he's wearing, drifting, blank, and devoid of emotion, worries him. In truth, he'd rather not give the man any consideration. The accusation of lying still smarts at his pride and therefore he has no reason to grant him even the time of day. But his worry, as well as his own words shared with Setsuna in the past, press at him to do something, anything, to maintain the tenuous hold on peace. It is very soft, but under his breath, Gilgamesh starts to sing the first few words of Marina's song.
no subject
He stops. He thinks. It would do absolutely no good to keep arguing with Vietnam; she'd refuse his every word, insist against her own health she was just fine. Therefore, it made no sense to continue that conversation now. They could speak later, certainly, but it would have to wait until a better moment came along.
Meanwhile, Jae-ha seemed to be trying hard to keep everyone happy, just like Vietnam. He's attempting to distract from the building tension in the space and Gilgamesh can also recognize that. He can appreciate that. You are a fool, he notes to himself, yet a well-intended one.
And finally, there's Setsuna. Setsuna, who he'd vowed to turn blind eyes and deaf ears to.
The expression he's wearing, drifting, blank, and devoid of emotion, worries him. In truth, he'd rather not give the man any consideration. The accusation of lying still smarts at his pride and therefore he has no reason to grant him even the time of day. But his worry, as well as his own words shared with Setsuna in the past, press at him to do something, anything, to maintain the tenuous hold on peace. It is very soft, but under his breath, Gilgamesh starts to sing the first few words of Marina's song.
But he refuses to look at Setsuna as he does so.]