Mordred, My Child
Camlann's death throes were a sight which Proto Arhtur Pendragon could never forget. Every so often his mind—following the King of Knight's return into his un-life—returned him to that moment when his life drew to a close.
"Esteemed Father." a voice called to him, the voice of his own child. Standing among the dead like a happy schoolboy. "All that you love…let me be the one to destroy them."
Arthur faced the Knight of Rebellion. Unlike his cold-hearted counterparts of the infinite, he would show his offspring that much.
His face was just like Arthur's, and it made the pain all the worse for Arthur. Seeing every bad thing he could be manifested physically and it pained Arthur with pity just as much as it did guilt.
"I have…no other desire, no other wish." Sir Mordred clasped his fingers around the handle of Clarent, struggling through his wounds. "The only thing I love is seeing your despair."
Staggering forward.
However, Rhongomyniad would ultimately find Mordred.
The madness of his eyes meeting Arthur's melancholy. "I am sorry, Mordred. I'm sorry, my son." All as the last of the memory drew to a close for this overture. Returning him to Chaldea.
"What do you have to say, Arthur?" Hal's voice pulled him back.
Now standing with his counterparts of the infinite.
He and the Artorias saw Mordred. And it was his turn to speak. But he was perplexed, this Mordred before his eyes was a tomboy and much more stable in her appearance. Madness not to be found in her eyes.
She's…
A thought escaped from his lips "This Mordred is cute."
"Wha—?" a gasp to escape from the blushing Mordred was all he heard before he was bonked on the head.
Citation: Proto Knight of Rebellion fan-comic and a youtube comment.