"Hmph. I'm surprised you bothered to have an opinion of your own on the matter."

But Dedue doesn't ask how it happened or why, and Felix is torn between relief that he doesn't have to explain it and disdain for the way Dedue insists on clinging to all these pointless formalities that are only going to make Dimitri feel shackled again by his fate as king and the distance between him and his friends due to his station that he always hated.

"Not officially. There wasn't time. Claude requested our aid to defend Derdriu; we set out the very next morning at dawn. In practice, he's king. But if you were truly concerned about how much pain his friends bring him, you would forget about titles that mean nothing in this world anyway. Call him by name if you don't want to see him hurt."

And if Felix is saying this, he must really feel strongly about it.