possibly headed somewhere soon? or maybe not idk

[babbylon]

I am neither childish, nor do I babble. Your clever attempts at wordplay fail to amuse, mongrel.

[...Saber's practically a saint for dealing with you, Gil. You're lucky she didn't cleave your head off while she was smiting metaphysical evil.]

Was she, though? The lonely king dying upon the lonely hill... [Grinning like a creeper, yep.] 'tis a shame I couldn't have partaken in such an agonizing view for myself. Alas, only the whims of ants might entertain me now.

[So you wait.]

Indeed. So I wait.

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[shiprekt]

[How kind of him. You're a saint, Gilgamesh.]

A common trait shared among my class, no doubt, should a glance above prove anything.

[Now she's just being cheeky.]

[babbylon]

Indeed.

[Raising his half-drained glass, as if to toast. Himself, her, or maybe... no, just himself.]

Only your kind charges so recklessly to their own demise, Rider. Knaves masquerading as kings, fools pitted against legends.

[shiprekt]

[There's no stopping her flood of laughter. Of course it's quite clear she's not laughing at him. Rather, laughing at the fact that he's got a point.]

You do raise a good point there, Blondie! But an explosive demise shoots me just fine. It's the fate that awaits all scoundrels like me, so why not embrace it? I'd gladly charge in recklessly full of liquor and mirth every time.

[babbylon]

Incorrigible wretch.

[...but he's seeming slightly nostalgic as he says it. Looks like you're off the hook this time, you slimy little scoundrel, you.]