...your Master loathed you to the very end, and cursed your very name.
[Perhaps it's a cruel confession to make, now of all times, but it's a part of that fate the man deserves to hear. To hear and to move on from, hopefully, as Gilgamesh had been forced to leave his crown behind even though he swore he wore it still.
He does continue, does not not go on with gory details, but it's enough to paint the rest of the picture. He rises to his feet again, shaking his head.]
I don't have a wish. [Not anymore.] Not one that the Grail could grant, for I have held it in my hands already to know. Wishes are for fools and the ones foolish enough to believe in their power. But in this world, I do wonder.
[Despite what he's said, he asks that damning question all the same:]
What do you wish for, Lancer? What dream yet beats within your heart? Tell me.
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[Perhaps it's a cruel confession to make, now of all times, but it's a part of that fate the man deserves to hear. To hear and to move on from, hopefully, as Gilgamesh had been forced to leave his crown behind even though he swore he wore it still.
He does continue, does not not go on with gory details, but it's enough to paint the rest of the picture. He rises to his feet again, shaking his head.]
I don't have a wish. [Not anymore.] Not one that the Grail could grant, for I have held it in my hands already to know. Wishes are for fools and the ones foolish enough to believe in their power. But in this world, I do wonder.
[Despite what he's said, he asks that damning question all the same:]
What do you wish for, Lancer? What dream yet beats within your heart? Tell me.