See, the thing about Gilgamesh--Gilgameshes? Gilgameshii?--is that their hearts beat the same... but they all kind of low-key hate each other anyway. At the stage that the Prime Gilgamesh (and thus the best one, fuck outta here with your prototypes and his stupid hair) raises himself because he belongs on high. Humility is for peasants, and peasants pretending to be noble kings.

"Why would I know anything of this local magic? It is inferior to my own ability." He crosses his arms, arching a brow at Arthur as if he's speaking to a puppy doing some intense window-licking, trying to tonguecleave his way to freedom on the other side. "But the fact that you'd try to pick it up and fail quite so spectacularly is amusing."