[ Fortunately, she's too distracted to notice Gray's staring; her expression changing from revulsion, to surprise, and then amusement in turn. For all that she plays the fool (and is, in many ways, the real thing), Mordred has always been good at adapting to new information... and, given the strangeness of Arthurian Britain, nothing Gray says is truly unbelievable. ]
Not just that foul hag, but that stingy bastard too? Hahaha! Damn, you've really been through hell, huh?!
[ Despite her laughter, it doesn't sound as if she's belittling Gray's experience. No, it's the laughter of someone all too familiar with her circumstances; not the exact kind, to be sure, but something almost equal to them, being created by the same person for near-opposite purposes, for the sake of a singular, thousand year obsession.
You'd think, then, that would give her a modicum of sympathy for the girl in front of her.
You'd think. ]
... Ah, what a pain. Normally, you'd be way too pathetic to mess with... but since you've got his face, I can't leave you alone. [ She points at said face, grinning. ] On your feet, you craven copy of my father! We'll just have to fight it out!
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Not just that foul hag, but that stingy bastard too? Hahaha! Damn, you've really been through hell, huh?!
[ Despite her laughter, it doesn't sound as if she's belittling Gray's experience. No, it's the laughter of someone all too familiar with her circumstances; not the exact kind, to be sure, but something almost equal to them, being created by the same person for near-opposite purposes, for the sake of a singular, thousand year obsession.
You'd think, then, that would give her a modicum of sympathy for the girl in front of her.
You'd think. ]
... Ah, what a pain. Normally, you'd be way too pathetic to mess with... but since you've got his face, I can't leave you alone. [ She points at said face, grinning. ] On your feet, you craven copy of my father! We'll just have to fight it out!