[When Tokiomi first summoned him back, he felt an undeniable anger. How dare this boy wish for his affections while knowing that his heart had only room for one equal and one friend. He had been confused, almost remorseful, at how he had allowed Tokiomi to worm his way in with those annoying memories, as though he had allowed Enkidu to be replaced.

Gilgamesh had never been good at grieving. He'd spent centuries learning. Stewing in it. His reaction had only been a part of all that.

He knows now that Tokiomi is not a replacement, though he's grown to hold the same value as Enkidu.

Naturally, he will occupy the same place for Tokiomi. And that's more than fine.]

I swear it. I would not allow you to leave my side.