Felix is not a big-picture sort of person. When something gets too far out of scope for him, he stops caring about it. So some of this--how the War of Heroes really went, the origins of relics and Crests--doesn't really have much of an effect on him. Surprising? Sure. Revelations? Sort of, he supposes. Relevant to Felix's life? No, not really.
Some of it, though...
"Wait. Stop. What do you mean, Seteth is Saint Cichol and Flayn is Cethleann? How is that possible? You're saying they and Rhea are a thousand years old?"
(No, Felix, they're older than that.)
His brow furrows. "The relics are the remains of other Children of the Goddess? Including the Crest stones?" Because wow, the Lance of Ruin is the creepiest thing he's ever seen in his life, and that would explain a lot. "And what do you mean, that's where my Crest comes from? Why not yours--oh. It's Cethleann. So...your Crest came from Flayn? And mine came from, what, some dead saint?"
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Some of it, though...
"Wait. Stop. What do you mean, Seteth is Saint Cichol and Flayn is Cethleann? How is that possible? You're saying they and Rhea are a thousand years old?"
(No, Felix, they're older than that.)
His brow furrows. "The relics are the remains of other Children of the Goddess? Including the Crest stones?" Because wow, the Lance of Ruin is the creepiest thing he's ever seen in his life, and that would explain a lot. "And what do you mean, that's where my Crest comes from? Why not yours--oh. It's Cethleann. So...your Crest came from Flayn? And mine came from, what, some dead saint?"
Wait...
"Wait a minute, Sothis is Seteth's mother?"