[Mordred lowers her head. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. Even with the armor, she looks more like a child than a knight.]
Are you...really willing to accept me? Even if I'm not your son?
[This comes out as a whisper. For her entire life, she had waited for and craved this moment. Maybe not in this way, maybe not in this place, but she had craved it. To be accepted by Father.]
[Even if her "father" was female and not technically a "father." And she had been accepted, not as a son, but as a daughter. It was still the happiest moment of her life. She almost wants to hit herself, to make sure this is not just a beautiful dream. No, it had surpassed her wildest dreams in that Father had revealed she wasn't a broken duplicate; accepted her, complete with her female sex.]
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Are you...really willing to accept me? Even if I'm not your son?
[This comes out as a whisper. For her entire life, she had waited for and craved this moment. Maybe not in this way, maybe not in this place, but she had craved it. To be accepted by Father.]
[Even if her "father" was female and not technically a "father." And she had been accepted, not as a son, but as a daughter. It was still the happiest moment of her life. She almost wants to hit herself, to make sure this is not just a beautiful dream. No, it had surpassed her wildest dreams in that Father had revealed she wasn't a broken duplicate; accepted her, complete with her female sex.]
If you are, then...can I call you...