[In truth, Enkidu has little love for the community and its antics. Even if it helps him maintain some semblance of consciousness, of life, dare he call it that, while dwelling, a mere spirit, at the Throne of Heroes. Though it affords him this, it comes with the drag of chains, the lack of choice, and for that he has only loathing.
Affords him, with a bitter sort of irony, the knowledge of Gilgamesh's state of being, portion of the knowledge of his predicament, yet no way of preventing it.
But as any whose most precious person has been hurt, Enkidu moves any mountain that he must to be at his side, and with haste. He'll not leave him vulnerable and undefended, not if he can help it.]
well, here goes nothing.
Affords him, with a bitter sort of irony, the knowledge of Gilgamesh's state of being, portion of the knowledge of his predicament, yet no way of preventing it.
But as any whose most precious person has been hurt, Enkidu moves any mountain that he must to be at his side, and with haste. He'll not leave him vulnerable and undefended, not if he can help it.]