[Gilgamesh sinks into the kiss a little more than he should. He leans against him more than he should and acts more the damsel in need of rescue than he'd otherwise ever think of being, but Diarmuid has broken so many of his rules and pushed past so many of his personal boundaries already that it makes no sense to protest. The same vulnerable King of Heroes from before, who shook in his grip at the hot springs, shakes now. Mana brushes back, invitingly. He clings to him and hides his face away in his shoulder, soft, beautiful hair trailing all over his soft, beautiful Lancer.

And then he confesses quietly:]

It may be best if I forget for a while.

[There's nothing quite like forgetting through bloodletting. Permission extended and approval granted. He holds tighter to this man, this Servant, his Knight.]

It may be best if I see no one else but you in my vision, Diarmuid. At least for a while.

[He doesn't want to die. They have so much more left to do, so much more left to accomplish, to claw and to fight for. They must make this journey together.]