The forest is cold and silent. The ground underneath their feet is frozen and there is no animal in sight. Enkidu watches at the trees around them. They're taller than they remember and most of them lost all leaves.
They know very well that they shouldn't wait so long. They know they have to put on their big-clay-panties and get it over with. Thing is that their thoughts seem to be all over the place. Because Cu and Ozymandias were right, Gil would never accept it if his friend would allow an explosion to happen. But then again, would Gil allow them to replace him? And is their soul still able to grow like that of a human? All the other Heroic Spirits make it seem so easy. Just come to grow fond of one another and all troubles will be gone. You will change from a servant to someone with a life. One with hopes and dreams.
Because, in the end, no one wants to fight or kill. In the end they all want their lives and their freedom. Enkidu is quite sure that it doesn't work that way for them. They do not crave freedom because it has never been their purpose to be truly free. Their existence is tied to a purpose. Without that purpose there is no existence.
The sky is going dark when they arrive at the tattoo parlor. They knock the door softly and wait. Their body aches more than ever and they are sure there's a big crack running over their back.
closed to Cas!Cu
They know very well that they shouldn't wait so long. They know they have to put on their big-clay-panties and get it over with. Thing is that their thoughts seem to be all over the place. Because Cu and Ozymandias were right, Gil would never accept it if his friend would allow an explosion to happen. But then again, would Gil allow them to replace him? And is their soul still able to grow like that of a human? All the other Heroic Spirits make it seem so easy. Just come to grow fond of one another and all troubles will be gone. You will change from a servant to someone with a life. One with hopes and dreams.
Because, in the end, no one wants to fight or kill. In the end they all want their lives and their freedom. Enkidu is quite sure that it doesn't work that way for them. They do not crave freedom because it has never been their purpose to be truly free. Their existence is tied to a purpose. Without that purpose there is no existence.
The sky is going dark when they arrive at the tattoo parlor. They knock the door softly and wait. Their body aches more than ever and they are sure there's a big crack running over their back.