[ In a way, that's exactly what Sakura needs. Someone to be brutally honest with her, so that her well-intentioned naivete won't get her hurt, or even killed.
She takes a moment to respond, and when she does, her voice is soft, heedful. ]
Are you from this world, sir?
[ Gilgamesh may not be able to see her, but Sakura's pressed a hand to her chest, against where she imagines that precious shard must be. ]
voice;
She takes a moment to respond, and when she does, her voice is soft, heedful. ]
Are you from this world, sir?
[ Gilgamesh may not be able to see her, but Sakura's pressed a hand to her chest, against where she imagines that precious shard must be. ]
Hoe? Like a snowglobe?