This world is rife with things once thought to be myth. Look around you and open your eyes; you shall soon see.

[Gilgamesh runs a soothing hand over Dinoriel's back. Ultimately, it would seem Nobunaga had started off as any other young girl had. Though certainly feisty enough to fire a gun, he does not detect any undue amounts of violence within her. It would be a stretch to call her kind, but for now she is exactly as she appears: just a child, not yet sharpened into the fierce adult she would soon become.

Gilgamesh leans forward suddenly, as if to impart a secret.]

If you tell Dinoriel to go home, I hear he will go very, very fast for you.