Darling, I Miss You

He notices how she doesn’t exactly meet his eye, but he doesn’t really blame her either. Not that he quite remembers the old him, but from the way Modesty and the others act, he knows something isn’t right. At times, it doesn’t bother him, like in this moment, as they walk because he feels he’s trying. But when he’s alone, patrolling those borders, ensuring his paranoia doesn’t win him over, he wonders if he could change…

Her forced smile that doesn’t reach her eyes has his heart deflating slightly, but his expression doesn’t react. Instead, his gazes moves away, ears turning to listen to her. Until she swings her hip to his, his gait stumbling a step and a rare smile reveals on his grey lips. “It has been a while since you’ve fallen from a tree,” Gilgamesh teases back, leaning over to bump his shoulder into hers once his steps are corrected.

“Nimbus should be capable of such a feat,” Gilgamesh muses, a hum in his throat as he looks out around the estuary. There truly were a lot of birds around here and corralling some of them would do them good. “I’ll set up some lessons. Both with the new brood and the older ones who need more training,” he sighs, knowing he won’t be able to raid for forever. Were they already getting that old?

Her question though has his attention, something rippling through his expression and down his spine enough that his fur puffs up. Just because his personality chip was damaged did not mean his memory had been affected. “I told Bellamy when she approached our border that day that I would come for Haydee. I wonder sometimes if it is even worth the effort if she is always going to be a coward and have others defend her honor for her,” Gilgamesh muses aloud, knowing Modesty would have some sort of opinion on the matter.