[ There's a tiny part of Lucy that internally shrieks a demi-god???, but the rest of her just kind of sighs and accepts that. That, she's learned, is just... Gilgamesh. He constantly says things that challenge her apparently very narrow view of the world and what's possible.

He fits right into a place like Magisteria, where magic and technology fuse freely, and anything seems possible. Lucy, from a world where gods and fantasy don't exist, from a world where cooperation only exists as a joke or something to save your skin, almost feels out of place, and yet desperately wants to make this place her home. ]

Why do you feel like you have to take responsibility for this place?

[ Lucy's curious, trailing her fingertips over the surface of the water. To an extent, a lot of the Otherworlders are taking a certain amount of responsibility, helping to investigate things and shutting down problematic broadcasts. But. ]

You sound like you want to be King. [ Lucy smirks. ] Pretty sure they've already got a government here, though.