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Gilgamesh was content to walk his nightly patrol until the sound of someone else forces him to stop. Every inch of him freezes, acutely aware of his surroundings as the figure emerges from the shadows. Familiar, that much is true. Siduri stands there, facing him, staring right back as if she were looking at a ghost. Did she think he was a ghost? A specter of the night? It seemed everyone thought he really had died…

Stepping forward, Gilgamesh closes the distance between himself and Siduri. Yellow eyes cast downward toward her, a brief upturn of his lips in only a way that a father could smile at his own child. “Siduri, where have you been?” Gilgamesh asks, not daring to reach out and touch her in case she was actually furious with him.