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[The other person, for his part, is seated primly on the floor with his legs crossed, spine straight as a ramrod, staring at the floating pink cube in front of his face when Gilgamesh makes his declaration. His words break his attention from the cube and draw the white-haired man's eyes up to him long enough to make his own , nearly monotone declaration,]

There is no conflict--I do not require sleep; you may have sole occupancy of the bed. [And he's back to watching the cube, apparently fascinated by something he sees in it.]