He bristles, ready to start another rant, when Felix shows the one thing that could make Linhardt stop and reconsider: Confusion.

Goddess, hasn't he been there? Felix knows even less than he had before arriving on Erku and putting his information together with Seteth's. Felix is more like his seven year old self running through gilded halls in Enbarr: Able to understand that what he's seeing and hearing means something, but not sure what, and not able to ask.

All the anger drains out of the mage and he silently lifts a hand and summons some magic to deal with both the slap and Felix's sunburn. It's not a severe injury, it takes barely any thought to heal it.

"Caspar has always insisted I know how to take care of myself. Events unfolded differently in my Fodlan: Cornelia did not take Fhirdiad, she was in Ariarnrod. We specifically went there in order to attack her forces. I assure you that if my Edelgard were enthusiastically participating in their crimes rather than planning on disposing of them at the first opportunity, I would not support her."

As for the rest... Linhardt rubs his forehead. Where does he even begin?

"There's a lot. Do you really want to know everything? I believe I have a fairly complete picture at this juncture."