[ Mordred glances over her shoulder, face scrunched, trying to tell whether or not Gray is bullshitting her. Normally she'd be more doubtful, but if Gray's willing to say it in front of not!Kay... ]
You'd be an idiot not to. A sharp tongue always gets cut off by a sharper sword. [ She returns her attention to the cat, faking nonchalance. ] As long as you understand that much, then I guess I can keep being your Servant.
[ "I guess." As if she'd have any choice in the matter if Gray really wanted to be an asshole. ]
[ Mordred will find Gray looking at her with her usual mild expression. The act of actively spreading bullshit is foreign to her. That said, she can see that Mordred is wary about it. Maybe it's like how someone who often lies will also assume that everyone else lies too.
Gray rests her hands on top of Add's cage and looks out the window at where the chickens (Tristans) are milling about. Somehow, despite being two worlds away from home, her life has only become more saturated by the Round Table. ]
Either way, you would still be better for me.
[ She does believe that, despite all of the Mordred-shaped problems that Mordred happens to bring. And though it may seem like a non sequitur, she continues. ]
Yeah? Then make sure Subtract over there knows it.
[ Deep down, underneath all the bluster, Mordred has a hard time imagining herself as the better choice for anyone... but good luck getting that out of her. ]
I'll help train you if you want. If I don't have the strongest Master, then people won't know I'm the strongest Servant. [ The arrogance of this, when there's a literal god running around... ] But remember that strength isn't just physical. Keep looking forward, but give yourself credit for the growin' you've already done, too.
[ Thankfully, Add isn't prone to jealousy... as far as Gray knows. Even if he can be a pain in the neck with his remarks, he's always been understanding of her choices and needs. He's unconditionally supportive of her, in his own abrasive way.
At Mordred's advice, Gray looks back to her, a bit flat-footed. It can be easy to forget that Mordred is in a position to give life advice after she's emulated a cat and pouted mightily in your living room. Nevertheless, to Gray it has meaning. ]
... I know. Even if I still have a long way to go, the me of two years ago would have been surprised to see me now.
[ Especially if the younger Gray could see the current Gray lounging around with Mordred with nary a death threat to be heard. ]
Training together... I'd like that. I can't be a proper Master like a mage would, so physical strength is all I can work on.
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You'd be an idiot not to. A sharp tongue always gets cut off by a sharper sword. [ She returns her attention to the cat, faking nonchalance. ] As long as you understand that much, then I guess I can keep being your Servant.
[ "I guess." As if she'd have any choice in the matter if Gray really wanted to be an asshole. ]
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Gray rests her hands on top of Add's cage and looks out the window at where the chickens (Tristans) are milling about. Somehow, despite being two worlds away from home, her life has only become more saturated by the Round Table. ]
Either way, you would still be better for me.
[ She does believe that, despite all of the Mordred-shaped problems that Mordred happens to bring. And though it may seem like a non sequitur, she continues. ]
I've been thinking that I want to get stronger.
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[ Deep down, underneath all the bluster, Mordred has a hard time imagining herself as the better choice for anyone... but good luck getting that out of her. ]
I'll help train you if you want. If I don't have the strongest Master, then people won't know I'm the strongest Servant. [ The arrogance of this, when there's a literal god running around... ] But remember that strength isn't just physical. Keep looking forward, but give yourself credit for the growin' you've already done, too.
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At Mordred's advice, Gray looks back to her, a bit flat-footed. It can be easy to forget that Mordred is in a position to give life advice after she's emulated a cat and pouted mightily in your living room. Nevertheless, to Gray it has meaning. ]
... I know. Even if I still have a long way to go, the me of two years ago would have been surprised to see me now.
[ Especially if the younger Gray could see the current Gray lounging around with Mordred with nary a death threat to be heard. ]
Training together... I'd like that. I can't be a proper Master like a mage would, so physical strength is all I can work on.