"You went looking for those two, and they said nothing at all? Do you take me for an idiot?"
Gilgamesh looked at Annanu and Enkidu with utter disbelief.
Annanu rolled his eyes.
He had thought Gilgamesh would ask something profound after spending several days thinking. In the end, this was all he had?
"I don't think you need my help with that," he said with complete conviction.
Gilgamesh tilted his head.
Huh?
"They are desireless divine creations. They are not like us," Enkidu answered honestly. "So rather than saying they said nothing, it would be more accurate to say they cannot say anything."
Gilgamesh looked at Enkidu with a twisted expression, then turned to Annanu.
"Annanu, let's put everything else aside for now. Why do I feel like you're just begging to be beaten?" He looked on the verge of breaking down.
He always felt that Annanu had bad intentions.
The moment he had arrived in Uruk, he had beaten him up. The bandages around Gilgamesh's stomach had yet to come off. After that, Annanu had targeted him at every turn. Compared to his brother Enkidu, his mouth was even more infuriating. Most importantly, even a casual stroll through the city somehow led him all the way to the military camp.
Could a god's weapon attack in that way? Raise his blood pressure until he died of hypertension?
"Do I?" Annanu looked genuinely curious.
Gilgamesh choked again.
". . . Forget it. We'll discuss that later." Taking a deep breath, Gilgamesh rubbed his temples. "I have little interest in your conversation with those two mud people, but there is something I need to tell you first."
"You had best not get involved with the goddess Ishtar. She is not an easy goddess to deal with." He spoke with obvious disdain.