[Doubtless enough narrative space even exists to convey how badly you fucked up, Parallel Kayneth.
But you fucked up pretty damn badly. Just for the record.]
Your "Magics" do not concern me, mongrel. Don't change the subject.
[Adding insult to injury, Kayneth's hopes are dim for rescue. To the onlooker, it just seems Gilgamesh is smiling at a private joke and inflicting this poor man beside him with ill humor. Never mind the real threat of immediate expulsion—from this plane of existence, that is—and the infamously bad temper of an infamously volatile Servant.
But if Kayneth is, indeed, not a complete idiot, he may note that Gilgamesh is... hesitating. Or, to use a better phrase, refraining from lashing out for some reason. It's definitely malicious intent wafting off him, but it's controlled. Contained. Cautious.
He might live to run away another day yet.]
You truly do not remember? [Eyes flicking over the rim of his goblet, narrowing.] If that's the case, they've done you a most terrible cruelty.
no subject
But you fucked up pretty damn badly. Just for the record.]
Your "Magics" do not concern me, mongrel. Don't change the subject.
[Adding insult to injury, Kayneth's hopes are dim for rescue. To the onlooker, it just seems Gilgamesh is smiling at a private joke and inflicting this poor man beside him with ill humor. Never mind the real threat of immediate expulsion—from this plane of existence, that is—and the infamously bad temper of an infamously volatile Servant.
But if Kayneth is, indeed, not a complete idiot, he may note that Gilgamesh is... hesitating. Or, to use a better phrase, refraining from lashing out for some reason. It's definitely malicious intent wafting off him, but it's controlled. Contained. Cautious.
He might live to run away another day yet.]
You truly do not remember? [Eyes flicking over the rim of his goblet, narrowing.] If that's the case, they've done you a most terrible cruelty.