[That first flippant comment feels a little like a knife in Felix's gut. It's been a long time since Sylvain just dismissed him like that. He can feel his blood start to boil with desperation and he clenches his jaw in an attempt not to look angry.]

I...sorry. No one died. Everything is fine. It's...ugh, I don't know how I'm supposed to explain any of this.

[But no one said he couldn't explain and move at the same time. He pushes himself to his feet and starts walking briskly, even though he can't pull his eyes away from the screen. Inda hurries alongside him.]

What's the last thing you remember from home?

[This is the easiest place to start. He'll at least have something to work with if he knows how much of a difference there is in their starting points.

He's just not going to think about what he'll do if Sylvain says he's from after the war.]