[The command cuts sharp, authoritative, above even the call of that endless harp. Gilgamesh's will supersedes everything; it stifles everything and everyone around him. And he displays that quality once again, that charisma which flows so fast and free it's like a curse, addressing Lancer as if the only Master he could ever have in this moment was Gilgamesh himself.]
Wish for your own sake. Upon your own star. That is why you did not belong among us on that stage. That is why you failed, placing hopes in another who abandoned you to your fate. If you really wish to drink with a King...
[Upon Diarmuid's shoulder Gilgamesh's hand goes. He is warm, full of energy, full of life, full of spirit. And he shares it with him.]
Then act as though you belong with one. Hold up your head when you walk with me. At my side, rather than behind. I would accept that. I would accept you. [Quietly:] It is not a lie or a trick. Do not disbelieve my words. You dishonor me that way.
no subject
[The command cuts sharp, authoritative, above even the call of that endless harp. Gilgamesh's will supersedes everything; it stifles everything and everyone around him. And he displays that quality once again, that charisma which flows so fast and free it's like a curse, addressing Lancer as if the only Master he could ever have in this moment was Gilgamesh himself.]
Wish for your own sake. Upon your own star. That is why you did not belong among us on that stage. That is why you failed, placing hopes in another who abandoned you to your fate. If you really wish to drink with a King...
[Upon Diarmuid's shoulder Gilgamesh's hand goes. He is warm, full of energy, full of life, full of spirit. And he shares it with him.]
Then act as though you belong with one. Hold up your head when you walk with me. At my side, rather than behind. I would accept that. I would accept you. [Quietly:] It is not a lie or a trick. Do not disbelieve my words. You dishonor me that way.