[It is only with great effort that Gilgamesh avoids dropping his goblet when the words enter his mind.
The air sharpens with abruptness; magic, in an attempt to detect other magic, ebbs and flows outward in a sudden rush. Surely he has been spelled for this animal to read him so deeply, and so effortlessly. He recites things none but him should know and uncovers the sole painful memory he has in the process, and perhaps Aslan sees this too: Gilgamesh weeping over the corpse of his only friend, his one true equal in all the realms.
But Gilgamesh also refuses to look weak or foolish before him, and though he's reluctant to admit it, he did allow it. He has no room for indignation, even if that's what he feels.
He breathes in deep, more of a hiss, then lets it go. The lion spoke frankly, but not untruly. He cannot fault him this either.]
You cheat my rules and test my patience. [Still... he must ask.] How did you know of him?
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The air sharpens with abruptness; magic, in an attempt to detect other magic, ebbs and flows outward in a sudden rush. Surely he has been spelled for this animal to read him so deeply, and so effortlessly. He recites things none but him should know and uncovers the sole painful memory he has in the process, and perhaps Aslan sees this too: Gilgamesh weeping over the corpse of his only friend, his one true equal in all the realms.
But Gilgamesh also refuses to look weak or foolish before him, and though he's reluctant to admit it, he did allow it. He has no room for indignation, even if that's what he feels.
He breathes in deep, more of a hiss, then lets it go. The lion spoke frankly, but not untruly. He cannot fault him this either.]
You cheat my rules and test my patience. [Still... he must ask.] How did you know of him?