This was a journey to express respect and trust toward Enki, so all of them had to walk on their own feet. Even though Enki loved them equally and compassionately, they still had to do so.
For some things, what mattered more was the confusion in one's heart, rather than the clear road ahead. After all, as long as you were willing to take that first step, there was nowhere you could not reach. But if you did not keep your heart pure amid the uncertainty within you, you would always lose your way.
Among this group, perhaps Siduri was the only one who might become lost.
Whether it was the king, or the Key of Heaven and the Chains of Heaven, they all had clear and simple goals and purposes. The watcher hidden in the shadows had never been unclear about his own purpose either. It was simply that he was no longer as he had been before; he was destined to be merely a passerby who would leave Annanu's life at some point.
It was his own choice—a clear choice.
Siduri lowered her head and looked at her feet as they walked, not knowing what she was thinking.
Though she was extremely exhausted within Uruk, for Siduri herself, was that not also a "comfort zone"?
To meet gods, to oppose gods, to reject gods, to—
Part ways with the gods.
That was what Gilgamesh now wanted to do, and what he was doing.
Siduri had always stood at Gilgamesh's side, but even now, confusion had inevitably arisen within her.
The gods were far too important to Uruk, to all of Mesopotamia.
Would people truly become better after losing the gods?
Siduri could not figure out the answer. She was great, but her thinking was narrow as well. She