video; [KINGOFHEROES]

[babbylon]

[The feed opens to Gilgamesh lounging on a couch, wine in hand, smirking faintly at nothing in particular. A snowy white lion which some of you may recognize lies curled on the floor, napping away; as for Gilgamesh himself, he's as relaxed as could be. Quite a far cry from his time in imprisonment.

And indeed, when he speaks, he sounds confident as ever—albeit in a lazy sort of way, words flowing like syrup.]

What does "heroism" mean to you?

[An open-ended question he allows to hang, for a moment or so, before continuing on.]

Would you consider what we're doing here to fall along those lines? Or, perhaps... yes, I'm aware some of you are new to this little group activity of ours, regarding the sun. And doubtful that you're all as sincerely invested as ALASTAIR wishes us to be. It does seem a bit trifling.

[Only Gilgamesh could consider the death of light itself to be trifling. He yawns, then rolls over, kicking his feet impatiently like a child awaiting entertainment.]

If they all died, it wouldn't really matter, would it? ALASTAIR would spirit us away to the next grand adventure and the cycle starts anew.

[In his obstinance, Gilgamesh dumps his wine right on the floor. He seems to revel in it, in the mess he's made. In the mess he intends to make.]

So I suppose what I'm asking is [smile blossoming into a grin] do you believe it's possible to save everyone, at the expense of yourself? Is that the proper way of a hero, or just someone naive enough to pursue "goodness"? To those we put atop pedestals, were they ever worth admiring at all?

[His eyes narrow at his jewelry. To call them serpentine would be an understatement.]

To those who believe firmly in the principles of justice—do you earnestly think you were doing the right thing all along? I wonder.

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[strictdiscipline]

[>implying she listens closely to anything Gilgamesh says

She does now though, his focused gaze more than a little unsettling. The physical distance traversed so easily by the network is the only thing that prevents her from stiffening completely, though she's fully aware he could cross that distance just as easily if he wished.]

You could apply the same logic to many things.

[But that's not the topic of this conversation, which he's already laid out so neatly in front of them.]

Do you claim to know best in this case, King of Heroes?

[There's slight emphasis on the last three words, a detachment suggesting her withheld judgment on whether he truly deserves that title or not.]

[babbylon]

[Implying he won't tear you into tiny little pieces given the chance. ...nah, that's too predictable. He'd come up with something better. But oh, this woman is stubborn. She probes a little too much for his states, falling right under the category of obstinate, yet he decides to entertain her nonetheless.]

I do.

[Gilgamesh lifts his head with an air of authority that can be felt even over such a distance. Overconfidence to the extreme. Absolute superiority.]

I believe I have already demonstrated to you why I hold the position that I do, and why it and its trappings are rightfully mine.