[That probably comes as a slap, too, but better Zack hear this now and deal with it now than find out the much harder way, living under his personal delusions. Gilgamesh has no desire to toy with this man, who seemed so sad sitting under the stars and seems sadder still reminiscing over what he's lost. A great deal, the great King imagines, and he's softened enough towards him to leave the matter alone.
Gilgamesh shifts onto his side and peers at Zack with an expression that borders on kind. Even if he doesn't press, he yet wonders about the story behind the sword and the soldier that wields it. About the scar on his cheek and what he meant when he said there are no heroes left on his world.
He reaches out again, and the tips of his fingers graze along his wrist, only just barely. As if to bring him back to reality, away from that place where he was, away from the truth of things and away from that crushing space he's withdrawn into.]
Struggle, then find their way. Fight. Don't fight. But do something. Otherwise...
[His fingers fall to the ground, and he frowns, deeply.]
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[That probably comes as a slap, too, but better Zack hear this now and deal with it now than find out the much harder way, living under his personal delusions. Gilgamesh has no desire to toy with this man, who seemed so sad sitting under the stars and seems sadder still reminiscing over what he's lost. A great deal, the great King imagines, and he's softened enough towards him to leave the matter alone.
Gilgamesh shifts onto his side and peers at Zack with an expression that borders on kind. Even if he doesn't press, he yet wonders about the story behind the sword and the soldier that wields it. About the scar on his cheek and what he meant when he said there are no heroes left on his world.
He reaches out again, and the tips of his fingers graze along his wrist, only just barely. As if to bring him back to reality, away from that place where he was, away from the truth of things and away from that crushing space he's withdrawn into.]
Struggle, then find their way. Fight. Don't fight. But do something. Otherwise...
[His fingers fall to the ground, and he frowns, deeply.]
You'll go mad.