[Gilgamesh's hand feels somewhat warm and once again they find themselves overwhelmed with a heavy feeling of nostalgia. It doesn't stay for long because this is most definitely happening right now. It isn't some dream born from hope or melancholy. ]

I wonder what happened to just talking, though. Wouldn't it be strange if we would do all the communications through some sort of device, unable to see each other's faces? Of course, you may send me all these pictures and messages but I would prefer to look at you when we speak.

[Still, that doesn't stop them from being curious about it. They look over their shoulder and notice that the hugbugs are following them, wobbling right behind them, chattering softly.]

Hmmm, I take it they have the wine you like, then. [There is a small, knowing smile around their lips for a couple of seconds. After those seconds the look on Enkidu's face turns neutral again.] Have you met other people? [Because they know very well how Gilgamesh had lived, how it had shaped him. All that loneliness hidden underneath a thick layer of cruelty and arrogance.]

Have you made new friends?