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[ As Gray listens to Mordred rant, ah, there it is — that bleed of anger she'd been feeling out of nowhere lately, which confirms without a doubt that it was coming from Mordred. Those bursts of feeling never had anywhere to go when Gray would feel them, meaning they would either dissipate and leave her unsettled or sit in her like so much carbon dioxide in a shaken can. Now that she has a source to the problem, all of that foreign, pressurized irritation finally feels like it has a place it belongs: with Mordred. (Eustace is safe, he's done nothing wrong.) ]

Mordred. Please don't fight people for no reason.

[ She still has time for a please, though... ]

I don't understand... Why are you always so angry?

[ She always kind of knew Mordred would be like this, but living out Mordred's Mordredness in real time really puts things in perspective. ]