[Felix scowls, but only because he knows Claude is right, and even though this is frankly why he wanted to talk to Claude in the first place--to get a new perspective on all of this, one not mired in messy, incomprehensible feelings--in the moment he still hates that Claude can see through him so easily.]

There is no other way to tackle the problem, Claude. I told Sylvain I would fight. I have to. I have to because the version of myself in Fodlan is too much of a brainless fucking coward to do it. And if we go home, then...

[Felix drops his gaze, glaring at something off to the side.]

Then I won't even know you.

[It's obvious to Claude that this stuff has been stewing in Felix's mind all day; he didn't even have to do any prying for it to come spilling out.]