I'll be the judge of that! Besides, he's Zenith, and you're Meridian! What happened to self-preservation, you fool of a mouse?

[ She continues to shake Gray for a few more moments, before something catches her eye. While past-Mordred would have yanked Gray's hood off to get a closer look, present-Mordred is slightly more considerate, and Stares instead. ]

... Is it just me, or does your hair look different? There's something weird, right... here. [ Frowning, she reaches out toward Gray's bangs; still half-convinced she's seeing things. When it becomes apparent that she's not... she wraps her fingers around the offending streak and tugs on it aggressively. ] What. The hell. Is this? You've seen it, right? This blonde streak! It's the same colour as father's!

[ And her own, but of course she makes the comparison to King Arthur instead... ]

Shit... shit! How are you so calm right now? If this keeps up, you'll—!