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[foravalon]

I ask of you, are you my---

[Sabes, honey, hold the phone. It's not 'Master,' it's...]

..."Mun"? I...that sounds rather undignified. If I am to protect you, milady, it is only right that I refer to you by a title more befitting of your station---

[Whoa there! We're not fighting a Grail War here! You'll still have to listen to me, though.]

Then would that not make you my Master?

[No, no! It's still 'Mun'! You'll just...be fighting on behalf of my, er, personal ambitions.]

....Very well. I merely hope that your ambitions are righteous and just.

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[foravalon]

Perhaps. But I am her knight, and I will uphold her honor with my life, if need be.

[A beat, and Arturia's eyes soften only slightly, with the merest glimmer of remorse.]

Is that not what you did for me, Mordred?

[penisenvy]

I could have upheld your honor and so much more, Father.

...Only you had to throw that chance away.

[foravalon]

I did it not because I despised you.

[A slow shake of the head, with a hint of regret.]

You wished for the throne---for your own personal ambitions. A king should not wish for personal gain---a king should wish for the prosperity and longevity of their land. A king is not an individual; a king is the will of the realm, and of the people. I failed in that regard; when this journey ends, I will set things right.

Even if it means we must cross swords once again. But know this---I never once forgot your valor, nor doubted your loyalty to me.

[penisenvy]

[She grits her teeth, and her hands clench into fists.]

Don't say that, Father. Did you even stop to think about whether or not I would have devoted myself to the country? No. You just rejected me. You brought about your own ruin and the ruin of your kingdom.