[ Sylvain's jaw literally drops open at these words as he stares at Felix in confused disbelief for a moment.

Never, in all the years he's known Felix, has he stated Sylvain's situation so bluntly. Or ever let on that he'd seen him so clearly. It's always been about what Sylvain was doing wrong, but that wasn't that uncommon when everyone else was the same way. Which was warranted, Sylvain knew. He was an asshole. He deserved every measure of their disgust. ]

Are you sure you're feeling okay?

[ That... was probably not the response Felix was hoping for.

He shakes his head again, still looking utterly confused at this sudden vehemence on his behalf, not even sure where it was coming from. ]

It's because everyone's always wanted me for my Crest that I'm fine here. At least no one here is looking for forever. Or wants me to knock them up. Or trap me in some empty arrangement I'll never get to escape from. [ Grim fates, all of them, in his opinion. But his future has been a noose about his neck since the day he'd been born.

He shrugs, looking uncomfortable under the weight of Felix's all-too intent stare. ]

At least this is a game I can win. Sort of.