While Hoshimi Eri took issue with the way that she was processing the words of Gilgamesh, the man himself seemed to take no issue with her deviated mind. the whole of her life had been lived, split into pieces. She'd always been roleplaying. Every piece of herself was an individual character made to slaughter a specific individual. She had angry murderess, gambler, saint, school girl, and even innocent girl in her arsenal to be used against others. Ah, but none of these fit the way she was meant to interact with this particular man. As such he got what remained... whatever that was, mostly a crazy homicidal individual who happened to be alright with him touching her.
Well, alright was a bit of an understatement. She was enjoying herself, she was feeling things she never felt before and she was dyiing. She was quite sure she wasn't meant to exist while feeling such things. She was sure, the things he meant for her to follow, these feelings would weaken her immensely. She did not like the idea of relying upon any outside of herself, she did not entertain the idea of an emotion of an external force stirring her soul. But... here it was. As the movements of Gilgamesh continued, Eri was forced to moan and shift her hips and submit her body to the feelings he provided. She hated it. She liked it. What was he saying, after slamming himself home within her, and sticking his tongue into her still yelping mouth after something so vicious? She stirred his loins and set his soul on fire? She stared at him as he breathed in her face. He wasn't lying about any of that. That sight, that skill, was something she'd taken so she could see better, to know the truth of people when they stood before her. This man was so honest she was almost astounded. So he liked her, at least partly and not in the same way he enjoyed the face which belonged to the Queen of Knights? He said he considered them separate but what did that actually mean for her? She needed to know, to understand. He throbbed within her making her moan again, she couldn't think when he was like this. She could not think when he was making her feel like this. Physically this was the truth, more so than anything she could have figured out from his speech. But whenever his mouth opened he had something outlandish to say, she was always in a state of disbelief. She was one who lied for a living, it wasn't always clear why people lied, it was just clear that they did. The fact that he did not, was confusing to her. He'd destroy reality so long as he could destroy her? He'd said something similar to Artoria, the first 'dinner' they'd had together. He claimed she did not need to think to answer his words only that she needed to feel. That did not work! "You exist to anger and confuse the fuck outta me. I know it." She said those words, again they sounded a bit like other words. It was like dozens of things Artoria had to say were just more polite versions of things that Eri would have said herself. Whatever it did not matter she could not reply to him without thought, to do so would require a freedom of self she did not own. But she could not back away either... maybe one day she'd figure out how to talk to him, but she had no idea when that would be.