[ He knows. It is why there was nothing of true judgement or disdain in his words. Merely statements, the truth as he knows it. The story no other was entitled to, that he would never share with anyone else.
There was no magic, no spell cast. It is merely as Aslan said -- he can see the hearts of men as they are, without ever asking. He has felt pain, knows the sting of loss himself, so he is no stranger to the hurt of that memory as one might think.
Aslan smiles faintly, though there is something unmistakably sober about his expression. He has struck a nerve, and he is not unaware of it. ]
As you have said - these halls do not suit me.
[ In other words, he would be happy to continue the conversation elsewhere. Then, at least, Gilgamesh need not worry so much about appearances. ]
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There was no magic, no spell cast. It is merely as Aslan said -- he can see the hearts of men as they are, without ever asking. He has felt pain, knows the sting of loss himself, so he is no stranger to the hurt of that memory as one might think.
Aslan smiles faintly, though there is something unmistakably sober about his expression. He has struck a nerve, and he is not unaware of it. ]
As you have said - these halls do not suit me.
[ In other words, he would be happy to continue the conversation elsewhere. Then, at least, Gilgamesh need not worry so much about appearances. ]