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IT WAS PLEASING THAT even Gilgamesh had moments where he too missed his homeland. It still existed, but the land, the people – they were not the same. Never would they be the same. ❝Mm, there would be little reason to say otherwise. I do miss my home. When I was in Uruk, it reminded me a bit of Egypt. The people were vastly different, but the structure, the smells and sounds – now that was familiar.❞ He said he did miss his home, but that was a nice way of putting it. His simulation was a reminder of what no longer existed, though it was a rather lonely place devoid of anyone but himself unless Nitocris was there to keep him company. Ozymandias chuckled, a grin offered towards the other king despite nostalgic conversation. ❝My, my, Golden King, if someone else were present, they might think that you hold softness within that hardened heart of yours if they caught wind of such words.❞
