It's hard to say. He was a bit prickly, but every so often it did seem like he worried for me.

[Her expression softens again, going warm and a bit sad.]

I found time to read his stories, and he's a man who treasures his readers. He once called me a "typical, generic savior-type protagonist. Loved by the readers, loved by the characters, loved even by the plot. Boring." But, afterwards, he turned around and said that he couldn't tell a story that wasn't there; that he was a contrarian who can only tell a story of loss, and that I shouldn't stop and settle for a story like that myself, when I was just getting started. Before Meltlilith struck him down, he verbally tore into her, then cast a spell to make Gilgamesh and I invisible so we could withdraw safely.

...If I said I didn't look back on him fondly, it would be a lie.