[Not to worry. For every glass she doesn't drink, Gilgamesh takes no issue in drinking two more. Or three more. Apparently worldhopping hasn't dulled his iron constitution much at all.]
They would not ascend to the heavens, where only I may walk. But those serving under my banner do so with pride, in knowing that the light of destiny shines upon them in all its infinite glory. And I would deliver it to them, from sunrise to sunset, treading upon the throne of the world with heels that never tire and a will at once boundless and indomitable.
[A very long-winded way of saying that Gilgamesh thinks very highly of himself, if she hadn't guessed. At least there's a whole lot of pretty face to go along with a whole lot of pompous babbling. And a whole lot of alcohol to drown the rest in.]
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They would not ascend to the heavens, where only I may walk. But those serving under my banner do so with pride, in knowing that the light of destiny shines upon them in all its infinite glory. And I would deliver it to them, from sunrise to sunset, treading upon the throne of the world with heels that never tire and a will at once boundless and indomitable.
[A very long-winded way of saying that Gilgamesh thinks very highly of himself, if she hadn't guessed. At least there's a whole lot of pretty face to go along with a whole lot of pompous babbling. And a whole lot of alcohol to drown the rest in.]