[First of all, he hates the gods, but also: oh my god(s).
This girl is a lot. Like, a lot. He can already feel the inevitable headache coming on. But she is so painfully earnest that it almost already feels like it's too late to turn back now.
He frowns, but after a moment, answers anyway:]
Gilgamesh. Remember it well, mongrel. [He doesn't ask for her name, though... Rude.] I am not seeking new subjects, but perhaps we can find another use for you. Consider it your punishment.
[Like an errand girl or something. At least until she finds her friends, or someone else that he can foist her onto—]
no subject
This girl is a lot. Like, a lot. He can already feel the inevitable headache coming on. But she is so painfully earnest that it almost already feels like it's too late to turn back now.
He frowns, but after a moment, answers anyway:]
Gilgamesh. Remember it well, mongrel. [He doesn't ask for her name, though... Rude.] I am not seeking new subjects, but perhaps we can find another use for you. Consider it your punishment.
[Like an errand girl or something. At least until she finds her friends, or someone else that he can foist her onto—]