I excuse it. It is in itself a desire: a desire to find meaning in something not yet obtained.

[And that's all Gilgamesh has to say about that. There is no remedy for it other than time.

His features lighten up considerably, as if they hadn't just been engaged in deep philosophical discussion, and he proceeds to lounge. Subtly, this was teaching Archer something else—growing accustomed to intimate proximity being treated with a casual air.]

Well, I did try. You try, too. Or else I would be most disappointed that you failed my lesson.