[Blood.]

[Gilgamesh wants it. His body is screaming for it. But he resists with every bit of mental and physical strength that he has.]

Ugh...

[He leans against a wall. His cyborg fingers dig into the plaster, creating dents.]

Dammit...that old guy...

[That's when his eyes catch sight of a familiar face.]

It's you, huh?


[She's cringing, as if afraid of him. It makes him laugh. For once, he'd say that she has the right reaction.]

Look, do you know where I can get blood without hurting anyone?

[It's sheer torture talking to her when his body is trying to force him to pounce on her and suck out ever drop of her sweet, sweet blood.]