"How can I stay silent, how can I be still?My friend whom I love has turned to clay;Enkidu, my friend whom I love, has turned to clay!Am I not like him? Will I lie down never to get up again?" (10.233-242)
Here, Gilgamesh focuses on how bad losing Enkidu makes him feel about himself. Seeing his friend die makes Gilgamesh all too aware that he, himself, will one day die. Doesn't this raise some questions about friendship? Like, if Gilgamesh is truly devoted to Enkidu, why is he thinking so much about himself? Or is there always an element of selfishness in friendship—because we hang out with people who make us feel good about ourselves?