[She's thankful that Gilgamesh did drop the topic, but she knows it will worry him. She'll make it up to him later, really, like she would with the rest of the family. She knows she has to make it up to Setsuna, who has been scolding her more lately, trying to take up as much of her work (even though she doesn't let him half the time). And here is Jae-ha, holding everyone together. Cheering Setsuna up, trying to feed him, so much that he managed react. Jae-ha's right, instead of just doing everything herself, she could've asked. So in the end, the root problem came from her own actions.
What can she even do? Other than slam her head on the table right now. She wants to tell them all will be well, that they shouldn't be mad at each other because of her own choices.
And then she hears Gilgamesh sing, and his voice has always been pleasant. She may not know the deeper meanings of said song. She knows what he's doing though, is he is trying. This here, a self confessed tyrant, sings so he can keep the peace, no matter what kind of emotion plagues him.
They're all trying, and her hand grips and tightens. Vietnam just deflates. But it was only for a split second before straightens up again. Because she's strong, right? She has to try too.]
It's...I tried making food that you all know...some Vietnamese, but also Korean, and ah...there's some Middle Eastern there too. Please, help yourself.
[But that is all she says, as she reaches out and tries to put some food in each of their dishes. She doesn't want to interrupt Gilgamesh's singing, after all.]
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What can she even do? Other than slam her head on the table right now. She wants to tell them all will be well, that they shouldn't be mad at each other because of her own choices.
And then she hears Gilgamesh sing, and his voice has always been pleasant. She may not know the deeper meanings of said song. She knows what he's doing though, is he is trying. This here, a self confessed tyrant, sings so he can keep the peace, no matter what kind of emotion plagues him.
They're all trying, and her hand grips and tightens. Vietnam just deflates. But it was only for a split second before straightens up again. Because she's strong, right? She has to try too.]
It's...I tried making food that you all know...some Vietnamese, but also Korean, and ah...there's some Middle Eastern there too. Please, help yourself.
[But that is all she says, as she reaches out and tries to put some food in each of their dishes. She doesn't want to interrupt Gilgamesh's singing, after all.]