Microwave My Smile

Gilgamesh would soon find himself disappointed at well himself when he hears the words that Siduri has to say. His teeth clamp together as his heart twists in his chest. His little Siduri... He had tried to stop all of it. Attempted to give her retribution. And instead... had been met with unrivaled brutality and twisted deceit. How could anyone still believe Ethne were the "good guys" in this situation? He can't help the sigh that escapes him as he nods his head gently.

"There are things you can do," Gilgamesh begins, his yellow gaze shifting to Siduri for a moment, noticing how she purposefully doesn't look back at him. "You can medicate. I'm sure Sakana knows something strong enough to keep your wild spirit subdued," he grins softly, attempting to prod at her in a teasing manner. "Or you can do it the hard way. I have helped others before during similar situations. It is not ideal, but perhaps if I were to intervene, I could help talk you down," he speaks openly, tenderly, in only a way that very few wolves would ever hear him speak. Would she be up for these options? What was truly on her mind?

The Raid King, Gilgamesh