"Tch. Who knows what suits any of them at this point, when apparently nothing we've ever been told about any of them is true." Felix shrugs. He's never been a particularly religious person, so this doesn't really horrify him or anything. But it's annoying to have to second-guess things that were drilled into his head his whole life.
At the blank look, Felix rolls his eyes. "Flayn likes to throw things at me to chop up in midair. I don't know why. But it did lead to some enlightening conversation, so I suppose it wasn't a complete waste of time. Anyway, the automata refused to give me any food until I taught a bunch of obnoxious strangers how to slice watermelon with a sword."
Listen, they could just have been very long-lived humans! Felix didn't know he knew anyone who wasn't human, give him a break. Little does Linhardt know that he's absolutely right about Sylvain being the brains between them in most things, but that's only because Sylvain is a hell of a lot smarter than he lets anyone give him credit for, the idiot.
"Dragons? Seteth's a dragon?" Felix blinks. He's only ever seen one dragon, and thought there was ever only one. And wasn't entirely convinced the Immaculate One was ever real to begin with, until they saw it in person at the battle of Garreg Mach. ...oh, that was probably--
"So the Immaculate One is Rhea? It can't be Seteth, he was elsewhere on the field when that dragon showed up to decimate your forces." There's no smug or contentious tone, here, just a factual statement--that's what happened. "I'd think Seteth would have used that kind of power once the war had dragged on long enough, though. Is Flayn a dragon as well?"
Then he gives Linhardt a funny look. Felix doesn't know him well at all, but he's never heard anything that made him think the mage was someone who would give half a shit about being delicate with someone's feelings. Hell, Linhardt's one of the few people Felix respects specifically for never bothering to coddle anyone or hold back what he thinks. Huh.
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At the blank look, Felix rolls his eyes. "Flayn likes to throw things at me to chop up in midair. I don't know why. But it did lead to some enlightening conversation, so I suppose it wasn't a complete waste of time. Anyway, the automata refused to give me any food until I taught a bunch of obnoxious strangers how to slice watermelon with a sword."
Listen, they could just have been very long-lived humans! Felix didn't know he knew anyone who wasn't human, give him a break. Little does Linhardt know that he's absolutely right about Sylvain being the brains between them in most things, but that's only because Sylvain is a hell of a lot smarter than he lets anyone give him credit for, the idiot.
"Dragons? Seteth's a dragon?" Felix blinks. He's only ever seen one dragon, and thought there was ever only one. And wasn't entirely convinced the Immaculate One was ever real to begin with, until they saw it in person at the battle of Garreg Mach. ...oh, that was probably--
"So the Immaculate One is Rhea? It can't be Seteth, he was elsewhere on the field when that dragon showed up to decimate your forces." There's no smug or contentious tone, here, just a factual statement--that's what happened. "I'd think Seteth would have used that kind of power once the war had dragged on long enough, though. Is Flayn a dragon as well?"
Then he gives Linhardt a funny look. Felix doesn't know him well at all, but he's never heard anything that made him think the mage was someone who would give half a shit about being delicate with someone's feelings. Hell, Linhardt's one of the few people Felix respects specifically for never bothering to coddle anyone or hold back what he thinks. Huh.