If I truly indulged, then I couldn't keep my promise.

[Well, at least he's being honest. He leaves it there, at a wink, and the current mood has his mind far from this girl besides; he's thinking of another one, in black armor with cold, dead eyes and pale white skin. He could never love such a creature. He could never embrace it as he desired.

Does somebody love you? Gilgamesh suspects as much. Only a woman who understood such a touch colored in a such a way, or else longed for love in some form or another. Regardless, Gilgamesh won't forget her. And that is indeed an honor in itself.

He moves to the door, watches the snow fall... how nice it would be to watch it together. With the true Saber, that is.]

I wonder if you'll get to meet him someday. Maybe he'll save you, like a valiant knight from purest fantasy.

[Maybe, maybe, maybe. This world was forever full of uncertainties.]