Someone who should be long since dead. Felix almost misses the rest of what Seteth says, his mind snagging on this. Anyone could be here, then. Anyone at all. ...Rodrigue could be here. Glenn could be here. His mother, or King Lambert...anyone.

He manages to catch up in time to hear that they can't get home, because as far as this place is concerned, home doesn't exist. That's horrifying enough, but then...

"...Claude? You fought for the Alliance?"

So this Seteth in front of him doesn't remember being there to talk him through things when Rodrigue died. Doesn't remember celebrating with them in Fhirdiad, or meeting up at the monastery and finding the professor, or...any of those other conversations they've had over the past year.

Felix knows that it's stupid to view this as some kind of betrayal. Seteth is the same person, regardless of whether the Church backed Leicester or Faerghus. He seems to remember enough at least to still have some interest in Felix as a person, if he bothered to come over here and start all this. But it still feels wrong.

He tries to shove that feeling away. "I...you're correct. In my war, you fight with us. Not Claude. How can both of those things be true?"