[Gods were wretched things. They were wily and wicked and volatile at even the best of times, and being born from their flesh, perhaps it explained why Gilgamesh was so often ornery himself. But he'd never compare himself to them, never forgive them for all the trials they put him through and all they'd taken away.
For after Enkidu threw the leg of the bull, he was struck down by Ishtar's tantrum, stricken ill and claimed from him too soon. And so he wandered. And so he wept. And so he went mad and was never the same again. Funny how those who breathed accusations of tyrant never mentioned that part.
In truth, they're not Merida's gods and they're not much his, either.]
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For after Enkidu threw the leg of the bull, he was struck down by Ishtar's tantrum, stricken ill and claimed from him too soon. And so he wandered. And so he wept. And so he went mad and was never the same again. Funny how those who breathed accusations of tyrant never mentioned that part.
In truth, they're not Merida's gods and they're not much his, either.]
Oh, I think it was something like...
[Gilgamesh makes a face.]
...this. Roughly. Pretty pathetic, huh?