Gilgamesh hadn't really intended to join in on the party to begin with; he could get free food and drink whenever and wherever he pleased, but something had lured him out from his room. Or perhaps someone, a radiant yet humble man as the guest of honor, laughing and smiling and reminding the great King what it meant to enjoy oneself in the company of friends (only one, Gilgamesh, and never again).
So they sang and they danced and had all kinds of fun, and eventually he broke away from the crowd—quietly, for one otherwise so boisterous—to retire in private. He stands by the window, hands in his pockets, and considers how far he's come that such a situation was even possible.
That he could stay in the home of an enemy, that he could reminisce with a rival Servant, and that he could find himself wishing for just a bit more time. Just one more smile, just once more chance to hear his proper name again. Of course, King of Heroes. He seemed to know it the best of anyone.
The harp plucks strong within Gilgamesh's heart. Today, he is affectionate, and nostalgic, and longing for company.]
FOR DIA-SAMA...
Gilgamesh hadn't really intended to join in on the party to begin with; he could get free food and drink whenever and wherever he pleased, but something had lured him out from his room. Or perhaps someone, a radiant yet humble man as the guest of honor, laughing and smiling and reminding the great King what it meant to enjoy oneself in the company of friends (only one, Gilgamesh, and never again).
So they sang and they danced and had all kinds of fun, and eventually he broke away from the crowd—quietly, for one otherwise so boisterous—to retire in private. He stands by the window, hands in his pockets, and considers how far he's come that such a situation was even possible.
That he could stay in the home of an enemy, that he could reminisce with a rival Servant, and that he could find himself wishing for just a bit more time. Just one more smile, just once more chance to hear his proper name again. Of course, King of Heroes. He seemed to know it the best of anyone.
The harp plucks strong within Gilgamesh's heart. Today, he is affectionate, and nostalgic, and longing for company.]