[Hearing Kirei's chuckling only sours his mood further, but even then, he can't help but pause and smile when he feels Tokiomi grip at his sleeve. He's proud, in a way, to see that he made a wise choice in acknowledging his Master -- even in such a predicament, Tokiomi clings to his bravery and ideals, and that is ever admirable.
Much to his older self's disdain, Gilgamesh is certain.
After a fair time searching, he finally finds it: a glass vial with a decorative gold snake curled around it, containing not much more than a few drops of a healing elixir.
...and he sighs when he pulls it out and sees it.]
Ah, I'm surprised I kept this. It has such a bad design...
[But he shrugs, turning to Tokiomi and uncorking the thing]
I imagine this will sting a bit, but it should be enough to close the wound, at least.
[Maybe he could be more gentle when he tugs his sleeve loose from Tokiomi's hand and pushes Tokiomi's torn shirt away to drip the liquid into the wound, but, well -- circumstances.]
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Much to his older self's disdain, Gilgamesh is certain.
After a fair time searching, he finally finds it: a glass vial with a decorative gold snake curled around it, containing not much more than a few drops of a healing elixir.
...and he sighs when he pulls it out and sees it.]
Ah, I'm surprised I kept this. It has such a bad design...
[But he shrugs, turning to Tokiomi and uncorking the thing]
I imagine this will sting a bit, but it should be enough to close the wound, at least.
[Maybe he could be more gentle when he tugs his sleeve loose from Tokiomi's hand and pushes Tokiomi's torn shirt away to drip the liquid into the wound, but, well -- circumstances.]