[The pull on his wrist. The dig in. Half moon shaped marks left behind along with the sting of it all. He scoffs. It seems like a laugh at the edges. He stoops a bit. He's taller than him, after all. It amuses him. Gilgamesh has to reach up to reach him. Or pounce, to knock him down. A body made of wires and springs and coils, well engineered.]
Assuming it was there to begin with.
[It takes some time. To walk half-hobbled to the room. To open the door. He imagined dust clouds behind it. An emptiness. He's half wrong. It's clean. Almost sparkling in the dimness. It doesn't seem lived in. No lumps on the bed. No possessions left out. Like he'd moved in just yesterday.
But he gets there. Walks him to the edge of the bed, and lets go.]
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Assuming it was there to begin with.
[It takes some time. To walk half-hobbled to the room. To open the door. He imagined dust clouds behind it. An emptiness. He's half wrong. It's clean. Almost sparkling in the dimness. It doesn't seem lived in. No lumps on the bed. No possessions left out. Like he'd moved in just yesterday.
But he gets there. Walks him to the edge of the bed, and lets go.]