On the long journey home to Uruk I have plenty of time to think. I look at my only souvenir from Dilmun.
This plant is supposed to make a person feel young. But the more I think about it, the more I see that it's just a plant. No doubt some drug that makes you feel good for a while. But you still die like everybody else.
I wanted to live forever because I knew I would otherwise be forgotten. All my life I wanted to do great things, because I knew nobody liked me. Why would you want to live forever if nobody likes you? But when I cared for Enkidu, I didn't care if I died or not, I only cared about him. Now I only think about him, and what he wants. His mind is alive in me. He lives forever because he died with a friend.