Felix frowns at the bracelet while Seteth explains. Integrate into this society? What society? As far as he can tell, the city is a ruin and these automata run everything. He has to grudgingly admit that eliminating language barriers is useful, although what exactly Seteth means by 'different worlds' as distinct from 'different Fodlans' goes a little over his head.

He scowls at the mention of this Augur person. Or being, or whatever. "What gives this Augur the right to demand anything of us? From what I'm hearing, we're prisoners here. Snatched from our homes to populate a dead land and give a bunch of creepy automata purpose. There are enough of us here to storm a castle or field a small army; why hasn't anyone confronted this Augur yet and forced them to send us home?"