[This is exactly why he doesn't often confront Sylvain on his real issues. He minimizes, masks, and promises he's fine to Felix's face. Perhaps because when they were little, Felix always cried his eyes out whenever Sylvain was hurt by his brother or anything else.]

[He feels that itch starting around his eyes now, but scowling harder stops it. He lets go of his arm and breaks eye contact again, focusing his glare on the flowers instead.]

[Trouble is, Felix doesn't have a solution for Sylvain. What Sylvain's doing might really be the best thing for him in such a tightly constructed situation. If winning affects how you live, then winning is survival. And it's true that at least what they want is less than going after him for his crest, his nobility, or out of spite. But the idea of pretending it's fine and normal makes him sick.]

...Alright... do what you want. But if I hear again out of your stupid mouth that this is fine for you, then I'm going to kill you.