Don't give me that. [He's grumbling.] Nine times out of ten, this kind of thing is your doing, and you know it.

[Felix sighs and listens when Sylvain starts explaining, although it doesn't actually explain very much.]

You've had to fend off creatures? You mean, like...demonic beasts? Then obviously, there is a need for weapons. [He shakes his head.] Wait, just tell me where you are. I'll come to you.

[If he's going to be stuck somewhere unknown with a cat, no weapons, and a town full of strangers, at least he'll get to have Sylvain by his side. Just like always. The thought makes the whole situation feel less dire.]