[He drapes his arms around his Master and lets him cry. Gilgamesh had counted on cruelty and hardship for the both of them, but he never once thought to question Tokiomi's ability or resilience. His Master had proved worthy from the beginning, and that sense of acknowledgement has become an undeniable affection, the sort that he imagines he'd only be capable of in this younger body of his.
In his down time, he's meditated on the sort of person he knows he became -- he can't call the result good or bad, but it's something he doesn't wish to see his Master duplicate. The modern world does not strike him as well-equipped to handle many great yet cruel men (indeed, it barely weathered his older self), and so he'd prefer Tokiomi to remain as he is now, kind and noble. The loneliness, in this case, is fixable, and Gilgamesh has set his mind to aiding in that.]
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[He drapes his arms around his Master and lets him cry. Gilgamesh had counted on cruelty and hardship for the both of them, but he never once thought to question Tokiomi's ability or resilience. His Master had proved worthy from the beginning, and that sense of acknowledgement has become an undeniable affection, the sort that he imagines he'd only be capable of in this younger body of his.
In his down time, he's meditated on the sort of person he knows he became -- he can't call the result good or bad, but it's something he doesn't wish to see his Master duplicate. The modern world does not strike him as well-equipped to handle many great yet cruel men (indeed, it barely weathered his older self), and so he'd prefer Tokiomi to remain as he is now, kind and noble. The loneliness, in this case, is fixable, and Gilgamesh has set his mind to aiding in that.]