Day 10 - I'm out of F/SN Style Day Names

[Diana hadn't slept well - she'd like to blame it on Mordred and her snoring, but the truth is that she'd have been restless even on her own. For a lot of reasons.

The pain, of course, was chief among them - but there was also the fact that she'd taken a life. Not directly, but - 'Mordred, kill her.'

Not subdue her, not capture her, not even attack her. Diana had ordered Mordred, with her own voice, to take a life of a human being. A human being that had killed someone else, was threatening to kill her, but still a human being. What kind of healer did that make her? How did that soothe anyone's pain but her own? No, even her own pain wasn't being soothed. She'd been on the floor with that woman's severed head staring right at her, after all.

'Either way, you're a tool. You don't get anything. That's the moral.'

She wonders if Mordred even remembers Assassin's master saying that to her. In that moment, Diana had used Mordred like a sword, or a gun - a tool to murder another person with.]

Ugh.

[Of course, there were also much simpler reasons for why she couldn't sleep. Like the fact that, now that Caster's attempts at healing were fading, her shoulder ached like crazy. Caster had patched up the wounds themselves, but she'd done almost nothing for the internals. It at least meant they wouldn't get infected, but her shoulder's muscles would have to heal on their own. It felt like the world's worst sprain.

Of course, it also didn't help that she'd sent Mordred down to get breakfast. Nearly fifty minutes ago.
The real painful thought there wasn't even the wait, but the fact that it took her until now to remember she could communicate with Mordred through their link again.]

You're arguing with Caster, aren't you.

['If you'd prefer pancakes in the shape of a heart, I can teach you how to make those,' Caster says. Not that Diana can hear her.

So yes, Mordred is arguing with Caster.]