[ Of course Shinji wouldn't want this. He barely wanted or cared for anything - and so Gildor concludes that he wouldn't care if he were drinking either. He keeps one hand on the bottle wedged in the sand, and the other waves in the air as if he were swatting away Seth's words. ]

Others may fear her majesty's wrath, but not I!

[ Famous last words. ]

Please, I... I used to live in a village such as this. The locals can use some stirring! This... pilgrimage is probably the most in'tresting thing to happen here in ages. If it's... a show they want... I can certainly give them one.

[ He keeps his hand in the air, fingers straining skyward - and in his mind, he fully intends to summon his violin to his very spot. Pull it from thin air, out in the open. His thoughts are just a few, precious seconds delayed from his intentions, and he's having difficulty pulling the energy necessary to call his instrument forward. ]