[ At least Mordred is doing 100% less yelling and yanking now. Gray deflates a little, the tension draining from her shoulders, but the awareness remains of how hard Mordred is staring at that little blonde streak. ]

I'm almost certain. It's hard to explain, but it felt straightforward to me. I heard his voice [ a beautiful voice ] and felt the change in me all at once. It was more to do with my circuits, I think...

[ Her gaze droops as she wonders how much that's true even as she says it. What of her own is left to her anymore, except for her scar and the color of her hair? ]

But if that hadn't happened, I would have died. [ And more crucially, her mentor as well. ] So that's why I can't be too upset.