[ Even though she's not hungry and it hurts to work her jaw too much, Gray carefully and painfully takes a bite out of her sandwich as Mordred insists. And of course, she listens.
It's surprising, though it shouldn't be, to learn that Mrodred lived in much the same way that Gray had been living her own life. This face of theirs was the focal point of their lives whether they wanted it or not, dictating their destinies with far more power than their individual wills could accommodate for. No — it had to have been much more difficult for Mordred, who often saw King Arthur himself and knew many people familiar with the King's face.
Gray's life was carefree by comparison, free to show her face (if she wanted to) and live in anonymity in London. And yet she's still the closest to understanding Mordred's loneliness in truth and essence, beyond the description Mordred is able to verbalize. If Gray felt desperately lonely among the uncaring field of headstones in Blackmore Cemetery, she can only attempt to know the loneliness Mordred felt while within arm's reach of her fellow knights but unable to reach out.
It's embarrassing, and maybe she has no right to do so, but Gray feels a stinging in her eye before a tear breaks free from it, running pink as it runs down her bloodied cheek. She isn't sure how to reply to all of that, but Mordred gave her permission to stay silent, so in the end she sniffs and tears her sandwich in half so that she can offer the non-bitten side to Mordred. ]
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It's surprising, though it shouldn't be, to learn that Mrodred lived in much the same way that Gray had been living her own life. This face of theirs was the focal point of their lives whether they wanted it or not, dictating their destinies with far more power than their individual wills could accommodate for. No — it had to have been much more difficult for Mordred, who often saw King Arthur himself and knew many people familiar with the King's face.
Gray's life was carefree by comparison, free to show her face (if she wanted to) and live in anonymity in London. And yet she's still the closest to understanding Mordred's loneliness in truth and essence, beyond the description Mordred is able to verbalize. If Gray felt desperately lonely among the uncaring field of headstones in Blackmore Cemetery, she can only attempt to know the loneliness Mordred felt while within arm's reach of her fellow knights but unable to reach out.
It's embarrassing, and maybe she has no right to do so, but Gray feels a stinging in her eye before a tear breaks free from it, running pink as it runs down her bloodied cheek. She isn't sure how to reply to all of that, but Mordred gave her permission to stay silent, so in the end she sniffs and tears her sandwich in half so that she can offer the non-bitten side to Mordred. ]