"This one's easy enough to answer." Young Gilgamesh propped up his chin and nodded. He glanced hesitantly at his right hand, then gave an awkward smile.
"But could you please not hurt a child's right hand?"
"I'm helping Illya in this Worldline! Cutting off my right hand again would be going too far, wouldn't it?"
He had already seen his right hand cut off more than a dozen times in parallel worlds. What was with that man?
Gilgamesh feared neither death nor powerful opponents, but being struck by calamity out of nowhere still felt awful.
"Why would I cut off your right hand? I don't even know you."
"Looks like you have their memories, then. Where are Illya and Kuro? I'm taking them home."
"Tohsaka, Luvia, you shouldn't have brought an elementary schooler somewhere this dangerous!"
As Shirou Emiya spoke, the chaotic memories in his mind suddenly made him dizzy. He pressed a hand to his forehead and endured the discomfort.
He had spent time digesting those sudden, unstable powers and memories, but forcing his potential to its limits still left him weak from time to time.
"It looks like the true original has awakened, and the power and memories you carry are merely byproducts," Young Gilgamesh analyzed.
"Though the me in the Servant Universe seems to have a different view of your existence."
"Hmm. I can only observe so much about him, so let's leave it at that for now."
To everyone else, Young Gilgamesh sounded like he was spouting nonsense. Shirou Emiya, already in poor shape, looked even more confused.
"You're Emiya, right?" Rin Tohsaka asked Shirou Emiya. "What exactly is happening to you?"
"Now isn't the time for that. See that hole over there?" Looking eager to watch the spectacle, Young Gilgamesh pointed to the hole above