[Enkidu believes in growth. In how souls can grow, fueled by the willpower a human holds inside. And it is true that every servant is nothing more than a story that is a part of human history. Their existences shaped it to what it is today.
But didn’t all of this triggered changes inside of them? They strayed away from their purpose and chose a life. They accepted their new purposes, they came to care, to love.
Yet Enkidu finds themselves clinging to all they have left behind. Because it is safe to be a weapon, there is a safety in hearing commands and obeying them. It is what they do best. And they want it back because they know so very well that they are worthless without it.
No one can use a broken weapon.]
Hmm… [Enkidu smiles, enjoying how parts of their body start to tingle with every bit of magic it loses.] …yet my soul cannot grow. Not like yours does. It is difficult for me to grasp this concept of living like all the others do, to accept a purpose that lies beyond the one the gods have given me. It is true that I need to figure this out for myself, yet I fear I do not have the capability to do so. [They sigh.] I am well aware of the negative nature of my words.
[The way humanity has written their friend has not been lost to them. No, not at all. But it has never brought relief. The unfairness of their death and the words Gilgamesh spoke clung to them as water would cling to their clothes.
The sudden touch of lips doesn’t surprise them entirely. Their eyes open briefly but they do not move. In a way it is soothing, kind.]
Cu…this is a temporarily solution… [Now they do shift so they can look at the other directly.] …falling apart will be inevitable… But I will not forget your kindness. And the fact you have been able to make me feel like this... Ah… [Enkidu chuckles softly.] …it will make me regret leaving this room eventually.
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Date: 2019-12-15 01:19 pm (UTC)But didn’t all of this triggered changes inside of them? They strayed away from their purpose and chose a life. They accepted their new purposes, they came to care, to love.
Yet Enkidu finds themselves clinging to all they have left behind. Because it is safe to be a weapon, there is a safety in hearing commands and obeying them. It is what they do best. And they want it back because they know so very well that they are worthless without it.
No one can use a broken weapon.]
Hmm… [Enkidu smiles, enjoying how parts of their body start to tingle with every bit of magic it loses.] …yet my soul cannot grow. Not like yours does. It is difficult for me to grasp this concept of living like all the others do, to accept a purpose that lies beyond the one the gods have given me. It is true that I need to figure this out for myself, yet I fear I do not have the capability to do so. [They sigh.] I am well aware of the negative nature of my words.
[The way humanity has written their friend has not been lost to them. No, not at all. But it has never brought relief. The unfairness of their death and the words Gilgamesh spoke clung to them as water would cling to their clothes.
The sudden touch of lips doesn’t surprise them entirely. Their eyes open briefly but they do not move. In a way it is soothing, kind.]
Cu…this is a temporarily solution… [Now they do shift so they can look at the other directly.] …falling apart will be inevitable… But I will not forget your kindness. And the fact you have been able to make me feel like this... Ah… [Enkidu chuckles softly.] …it will make me regret leaving this room eventually.