Felix listens, though as Claude seeks eye contact, he shies away from it, as is his wont. And the more he listens, the more he frowns; the more he feels...manipulated. Looked down on. But...this is Claude. He loves and respects them...right?
Doesn't he?
A weird hollow feeling settles in his chest as he shifts, turning to face Claude a little more and in the process push himself a little farther away. He narrows his eyes. When he speaks, his words come out slowly.
"I see. So when I talked to Sylvain about that card revealing his feelings to me, about me, I suppose I must have done a poor job. As Dimitri must have, when I spoke with him about my father's funeral. How would you know what I share with anyone else? Or what I say to Sylvain or Dimitri in private? ...is this really how you think of us? What exactly is it that you think you have to do?"
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Doesn't he?
A weird hollow feeling settles in his chest as he shifts, turning to face Claude a little more and in the process push himself a little farther away. He narrows his eyes. When he speaks, his words come out slowly.
"I see. So when I talked to Sylvain about that card revealing his feelings to me, about me, I suppose I must have done a poor job. As Dimitri must have, when I spoke with him about my father's funeral. How would you know what I share with anyone else? Or what I say to Sylvain or Dimitri in private? ...is this really how you think of us? What exactly is it that you think you have to do?"