[ I cannot possibly have it, is a state of mind Archer has held for a long time. A weapon does not have companions or set goals. It is there to kill and nothing else, and that has been his role for many years. Certainly, he still has a personality of his own, but everything has been sublimated for efficiency's sake and trying to keep his own sanity intact. Logically, he knows more is possible here, that he's no longer bound, but it's difficult to break from programming like that.
Still quiet, Archer doesn't move or offer much in the way of a reaction. He isn't sure how sincere Gilgamesh is being with all of this, but he isn't wrong, per se. This issue is, Archer has yet to determine what sort of horizon he should be chasing.
After a moment, he looks away. Another quiet admission follows: ]
I don't desire anything.
[ Or at least, not for himself. If he ever knew how to want things for himself when he was young, he's largely forgotten how to now. ]
no subject
Still quiet, Archer doesn't move or offer much in the way of a reaction. He isn't sure how sincere Gilgamesh is being with all of this, but he isn't wrong, per se. This issue is, Archer has yet to determine what sort of horizon he should be chasing.
After a moment, he looks away. Another quiet admission follows: ]
I don't desire anything.
[ Or at least, not for himself. If he ever knew how to want things for himself when he was young, he's largely forgotten how to now. ]