[Sylvain is quiet for a long moment, not quite able (or perhaps simply unwilling) to meet Felix's gaze. He should be relieved, Fhirdiad was free, and they'd both lived to tell the tale. But he hadn't been there to fight by Felix's side. Or at least, he didn't remember being there. It was disturbing to think that he couldn't recall either doing everything in his power to prevent them from keeping their promise, or being there to honor said promise if they had failed.
It stung.
When he finally lifts his gaze, he does so with a forced smile. He knows full well that it doesn't reach his eyes.]
You are not the first person to tell me I have no idea what's going on. Just like old times, right?
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It stung.
When he finally lifts his gaze, he does so with a forced smile. He knows full well that it doesn't reach his eyes.]
You are not the first person to tell me I have no idea what's going on. Just like old times, right?