[...ah, one of those men, then. An experiment. Some wretched creature that defied God. Gilgamesh isn't inclined to pity Zack—or anyone else, for that matter—but it does fill in a few blanks. Beings that are made rather than born are often at odds with the world around them. Even if they began life as humans, they often ended up something else entirely.
Gilgamesh takes note of this Zack Fair, pledges the face and the name to memory. They'll run into each other again. He's sure of it.]
I'm a good king, so good men are drawn to me by nature. By my decree, all those in my employ shall be held in the highest regard.
[He announces it as though it were actual law. Mischief fleets across his face again, and when he smiles, it's full of teeth. When fingers skitter across Zack's cheek, they're warmer than they should be. It is both a welcome and a warning of what might happen if Zack lingers too long out here.]
Go back inside, soldier of the sky. Return to the revels. You will feel better with a few drinks in you. By order of the King, face the day anew tomorrow, and follow that path of righteousness. I eagerly await your progress.
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Gilgamesh takes note of this Zack Fair, pledges the face and the name to memory. They'll run into each other again. He's sure of it.]
I'm a good king, so good men are drawn to me by nature. By my decree, all those in my employ shall be held in the highest regard.
[He announces it as though it were actual law. Mischief fleets across his face again, and when he smiles, it's full of teeth. When fingers skitter across Zack's cheek, they're warmer than they should be. It is both a welcome and a warning of what might happen if Zack lingers too long out here.]
Go back inside, soldier of the sky. Return to the revels. You will feel better with a few drinks in you. By order of the King, face the day anew tomorrow, and follow that path of righteousness. I eagerly await your progress.