[The battle's already over, already tainted like that bite. Ea has faded from existence. His armor has faded. The light of the shard dies down. Gilgamesh himself has dimmed, terribly so, weighed by that terrible burden he sought to usher away before. He's good at it, too, hides it well enough, but when it's prodded at like this...
At the very least, he won't lash out at Diarmuid. At another time he would've blamed him for everything and stabbed him on the spot, but now he recognizes he's only trying to help. He won't refuse him. He'll refuse Shuck's warning, but not Diarmuid. That is what has changed since then: faith in a fellow Servant and affection for a dear comrade.
He reaches out and takes Diarmuid's hand, as it was offered moments before. Breathes deep, and answers that concern from before, which hadn't been lost after all.]
I've returned.
[Reassurances first and foremost that the true danger of a world ripping apart from Gilgamesh's fury has passed. Deep breath in, deep breath out.]
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At the very least, he won't lash out at Diarmuid. At another time he would've blamed him for everything and stabbed him on the spot, but now he recognizes he's only trying to help. He won't refuse him. He'll refuse Shuck's warning, but not Diarmuid. That is what has changed since then: faith in a fellow Servant and affection for a dear comrade.
He reaches out and takes Diarmuid's hand, as it was offered moments before. Breathes deep, and answers that concern from before, which hadn't been lost after all.]
I've returned.
[Reassurances first and foremost that the true danger of a world ripping apart from Gilgamesh's fury has passed. Deep breath in, deep breath out.]
You must keep it to yourself. You must swear it.