[ There's a flicker of a moment where Felix looks—genuinely hurt, ears flicking back and a stricken expression flashing across his face, a brief moment where the boy whose emotions once ran wild shows through.

Quick as it's there, it's gone, replaced with a dark scowl, aimed at her, aimed at his boots, aimed anywhere but her. ]

You can think whatever you please, but you don't know a damn thing. You weren't there. You didn't see—

[ He realizes, all at once, that she's not going to hear him. He could shout until his throat's gone raw, but nothing he says now is going to matter. It never has. He just... never expected it to be her on the other end of it.

His shoulders sag, resigned, and his voice drops to a dreadful hush. ]

...You didn't see the suffering I did, all in the name of a unified Fódlan. Even when the church was in shambles, she didn't stop there, and for what? Not a damn thing other than more war and bloodshed.

[ He exhales slowly. ]

Think what you want. I know the things I've witnessed.