[ His eyes flicker back to her, briefly. Her face is so familiar still that it's unsettling to hear her speak like a stranger. ]

You did.

[ Down the hill and around a corner, by the waterfront, there's little in the way of public seating—but there are crates stacked around the warehouses, made of some strange bleached-white wood that resembles nothing from the surface, places where she can sit and rest.

Felix nods, tired, to the nearest one. He doesn't sit himself. ]

You were a good teacher. Driven, focused, and your take on strategy was... unconventional, but a refreshing departure from the knights' traditional tactics. No one could question your skill with a blade. You pushed us all to be better than we were.

[ He sighs. ]

I don't know what would have become of us in a world where that wasn't true.