"You keep calling me a bastard on purpose, don't you? How pitiful. At least I didn't kill our mother, you know?"
Then, laughing, he walked over to Morgan and loomed above her, looking down with a twisted smile.
"I'll let it go today, though. There's cause for celebration! After all... I have finally won."
Morgan's eyes narrowed, and she pushed some air into her crushed lungs before saying through gritted teeth:
"Have you lost what little remains of your mind? You've won nothing, abomination. I might have lost again, but we will just continue to repeat this battle over, and over, and over again... until you are defeated. I have plenty of patience, believe me. I am willing to fight you until the world ends, if need be."
Mordret stared at her for a while, then threw his head back and laughed.
"I have no doubt! My stubborn sister... ah, but you don't really need to defeat me, do you? You just need to keep losing until our father clashes with Ki Song in battle."
Morgan just stared at him silently. They both knew it, so why was he mentioning it today?
Mordret's smile slowly drained away, and he looked at her with a cold, dark expression.
"What you failed to account for, though, is that I don't need to win here either."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she winced, struggling to contain the pain.
Her brother chuckled.
"You've been defending Bastion so bravely, sister, so valiantly... but I don't really need to conquer it, do I? I just need to make sure that it is lost to our father. That it ceases to be a part of his Domain, and therefore robs him of its power."
Morgan swayed a little.
"What are you... I am still in control of Bastion. It is still mine. And you can't take it from me, no matter how hard you try."
Crouching in front of her, Mordret leaned forward and whispered, his insidious voice flowing into her ear like honey:
"Exactly. It is yours... not our father's. It used to be a part of the Sword Domain simply because you were loyal to the King. Where is your loyalty now, though, Morgan? How much of it is left?"
She shivered.
Mordret looked at her coldly and said with chilling indifference, all pretense of being a human lost from his voice:
"You might pretend otherwise, but we both know... none of it is left, now. I helped you get rid of it. In these godforsaken ruins, I drained you of every drop of faith you had left in our father, and now, you are lost to him. He has lost you, and therefore..."
Her brother stood up and looked down with a dark and triumphant expression.
"...He has lost Bastion, as well. My mission is complete."
Taking a step back, he looked up at the shattered moon and exploded with laughter.
"Ah... it would have been so nice, so lovely to wrench control of this damned castle from your hands, but this... this is even sweeter, I think!"
Morgan stared at him in stunned horror, numbly searching her soul for any lingering attachment to their father... to his kingdom... to his great Domain.
But just like her brother had said, she could not find anything.
'No... wait...'
Stopping his laughter, Mordret lowered his head and looked at her darkly.
His lips twisted into a faint smile.
"...Time to die, sister."
Morgan stared back at him.
She lingered for a moment, and then said weakly:
"Go to hell."
With that, she activated the hourglass enchantment.
The tide of time was turned back once more.
...But even so, nothing could change the outcome of their battle, this time.