Gilgamesh.

[Well, it's a name she knows, at the very least. It's hard to be interested in the occult and ancient traditions and tales without being familiar with Gilgamesh. But there's no way this boy is a Mesopotamian king. Well, no, that's not entirely out of the question she supposes. It isn't like she's never met figures of myth and legend herself, and it isn't like she isn't a reincarnated Martian Princess from a civilization on the moon.

There are some things you just start to take in stride after a while, but she's still skeptical enough to not accept that he's the original Gilgamesh right off. She smiles somewhat vaguely back, meeting his eyes.]

That's a name with a lot of meaning. Not many people would claim it, and fewer would name their child that.

[She shifts, reaching into the basket. Honestly, she'd started all this as a means to keep a kid from getting a tummy ache, but now she's just a little bit unsure of how to proceed. Gilgamesh...]

If you're not quite flesh and blood, and not a spirit, what are you?