[It takes a great deal to make Gilles shut up, because he loves to talk, and to hear the sweet sound of his own voice. However, when he follows the tug of the ring and finds himself face to face with the person it's leading him to, he stops his grousing and closes his mouth, for once, his eyes widening.
The familiarity is undeniable, even though—there's a difference as well. He can't quite define the difference, but if it's the purpose of this ring to lead one to one's match, then there's only one person that this can be, clearly. That golden hair, those blue eyes!]
But I do.
[Or he thinks he understands, which to him is the same thing.]
Though the centuries may pass and kingdoms rise and angels fall, we were meant to be—side by side!
[It's hard to tell if the ring is making him speak this way or if it's just him.]
/sobs with laughter
The familiarity is undeniable, even though—there's a difference as well. He can't quite define the difference, but if it's the purpose of this ring to lead one to one's match, then there's only one person that this can be, clearly. That golden hair, those blue eyes!]
But I do.
[Or he thinks he understands, which to him is the same thing.]
Though the centuries may pass and kingdoms rise and angels fall, we were meant to be—side by side!
[It's hard to tell if the ring is making him speak this way or if it's just him.]