[Titans. The mention made him remember his elder grandfathers and those before them. The Norse titans. The Roman and Greek Titans. Those who were in possession of ridiculous amounts of strength, yet no minds in which to proper utilize them. Their 'deaths' were their only useful courses and Gilgamesh could muster the slightest respect for them over that.]

You, a god as well? What a poor draw in incarnation you've pulled. Such an ugly body and such an ugly spirit--one must assume that the cruelty you've suffered in your heart must certainly be a lack of pride. [This was actually Gilgamesh in a 'teasing' mood, surprisingly enough. His smile was too gentle to be completely hostile about it.]

What, then, do you expect of yourself? Do you live only to suffer and to burn?