When Enkidu's gaze meets Ozymandias' eyes again, Ozymandias still cannot divine what they have exactly decided as far as the long-term.
"I have said all that I will."
But he has the confidence that they have at least listened somewhat to reason enough that it's tempered the stubborn stamping of their feet and refusal to hear anything else to at least the beginnings of openness to consider exploring the alternative. Ozymandias knows that without Gilgamesh, that is perhaps the best anyone could possibly hope for with Enkidu. What they do from this point is their own choice, and there is little more than even Ozymandias can do.
It's only after they leave that his own attention turns back to the flowers, floating in their pot. Taking the seat that Enkidu once occupied, Ozymandias breathes in their scent to think of her as he so often does.
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When Enkidu's gaze meets Ozymandias' eyes again, Ozymandias still cannot divine what they have exactly decided as far as the long-term.
"I have said all that I will."
But he has the confidence that they have at least listened somewhat to reason enough that it's tempered the stubborn stamping of their feet and refusal to hear anything else to at least the beginnings of openness to consider exploring the alternative. Ozymandias knows that without Gilgamesh, that is perhaps the best anyone could possibly hope for with Enkidu. What they do from this point is their own choice, and there is little more than even Ozymandias can do.
It's only after they leave that his own attention turns back to the flowers, floating in their pot. Taking the seat that Enkidu once occupied, Ozymandias breathes in their scent to think of her as he so often does.