[He grins and follows her to the ground as she begins collecting the dropped ingredients, plucking one of the herb sprigs and twirling it between his fingers.]

No matter how you change your tactics, you would not beat another version of me.

[And if she did, that entire world would be renounced from existence because that kind of Gilgamesh was just too pathetic to be acknowledged.]

What could you possibly hope to do with things like this?