[ Despite threatening to kill her for any dishonesty, Mordred's eyebrows raise at Rin's candid answer; one that offers even more information than she'd technically asked for, and seems humble in a very un-mage like way. If nothing else, it seems to have a positive effect: the air grows lighter, though still far from returning to normal. ]
Tsk. [ This seems less aimed at Rin, and more at everything else. ] Yeah, it's a real pain. I already know who I'm goin' with, but this whole thing rubs me the wrong way.
[ Not enough to stay powerless — or to give up her chance at Britain — but enough to bitch and moan about. With one mystery solved, she sets about the other; reaching for a skewer that she briefly gestures with before starting to chew on (yes, she's talking with her mouth full again). ]
... Being a Master doesn't explain you recognizin' me, though. Not unless one of the Servants in your war was...
[ If Rin had summoned Mordred herself, there'd be no question about her identity to start with. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the only possibility left... and yet she seems unwilling to give it voice. ]
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Tsk. [ This seems less aimed at Rin, and more at everything else. ] Yeah, it's a real pain. I already know who I'm goin' with, but this whole thing rubs me the wrong way.
[ Not enough to stay powerless — or to give up her chance at Britain — but enough to bitch and moan about. With one mystery solved, she sets about the other; reaching for a skewer that she briefly gestures with before starting to chew on (yes, she's talking with her mouth full again). ]
... Being a Master doesn't explain you recognizin' me, though. Not unless one of the Servants in your war was...
[ If Rin had summoned Mordred herself, there'd be no question about her identity to start with. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the only possibility left... and yet she seems unwilling to give it voice. ]