...Back home, I had the power to make a difference rather than play a chess piece in a game. I can't make a difference here—any other individual could take my place and the outcome would be the same.
...That's easy for you to say now that you've overcome the obstacle of choosing this place or your world, isn't it? Have you changed the game or do you like what you've been handed?
[He can doubt... but Gilgamesh was the sort of person to make dreams reality, no matter how absurd. The invitation had been extended for that reason alone, so Masamune might see for himself what can be accomplished with the will of a god. He doesn't feel sorry for him and he won't force him to feel better.
But he will give him a chance to see just what true glory looks like. And maybe that might accomplish more than soothing words ever could.]
Survive, Masamune.
[...although that one word itself could be interpreted any number of ways.]
[ he would probably find his situation less miserable otherwise. Still... ]
I'm tired, Gilgamesh of Uruk... another time, if things are meant to be. [ He does sound the part, but seems a little less agitated in distress. Maybe somewhere something in the efforts of soothing words they did do something, after all. Masamune's carrier makes a light squeak before ending the transmission line, its eyes returning to normal as it wiggles to get more comfort against its master in its best efforts to act protective despite its small form. Well, that and sleep. It's good at the second one. It, too, though, is hopeful the message has helped Masamune, even if at miniscule amounts, at best&and ash;it's the only person who has sought him out with messages with his sudden withdrawal from daily life—that must mean something and suggest something about the messenger, yes? ]
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...Back home, I had the power to make a difference rather than play a chess piece in a game. I can't make a difference here—any other individual could take my place and the outcome would be the same.
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Are you coming along, or not?
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...yeah. If a cure shows up, I will come along with you.
[ He doubts either will happen, anyway. ]
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But he will give him a chance to see just what true glory looks like. And maybe that might accomplish more than soothing words ever could.]
Survive, Masamune.
[...although that one word itself could be interpreted any number of ways.]
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[ he would probably find his situation less miserable otherwise. Still... ]
I'm tired, Gilgamesh of Uruk... another time, if things are meant to be. [ He does sound the part, but seems a little less agitated in distress. Maybe somewhere something in the efforts of soothing words they did do something, after all. Masamune's carrier makes a light squeak before ending the transmission line, its eyes returning to normal as it wiggles to get more comfort against its master in its best efforts to act protective despite its small form. Well, that and sleep. It's good at the second one. It, too, though, is hopeful the message has helped Masamune, even if at miniscule amounts, at best&and ash;it's the only person who has sought him out with messages with his sudden withdrawal from daily life—that must mean something and suggest something about the messenger, yes? ]