[The explanation gets Gilgamesh to pause. And then it gets him to lean back a little, a soft "ah" sound of recognition escaping. A god. A name. A story he didn't know. Love, young, life, happiness, and joy. It all leads him back to Ninsun, the mother he never spoke of, the few bright rays in his life as far as deities went.
Gilgamesh frowns, does not look nearly so chipper in that moment. Because he understands.]
That curse also runs through your blood, I see... but you do honor him that way.
[He tries to joke to cover over it, letting the bird nudge against his finger with a happy cry.]
Isn't it weird to go riding around on him like that, then? You're pretty weird for a Servant.
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[The explanation gets Gilgamesh to pause. And then it gets him to lean back a little, a soft "ah" sound of recognition escaping. A god. A name. A story he didn't know. Love, young, life, happiness, and joy. It all leads him back to Ninsun, the mother he never spoke of, the few bright rays in his life as far as deities went.
Gilgamesh frowns, does not look nearly so chipper in that moment. Because he understands.]
That curse also runs through your blood, I see... but you do honor him that way.
[He tries to joke to cover over it, letting the bird nudge against his finger with a happy cry.]
Isn't it weird to go riding around on him like that, then? You're pretty weird for a Servant.