Oh, 'assistance,' is that what they're calling it? That nonsense they pulled with him and Edelgard was far from 'assistance.' Felix scoffs.

"This isn't war, Seteth. It isn't even Faerghus. I'll admit, it was...useful, to have several people I already knew here on the beach. But when it comes to survival, this is hardly the worst any of us have had it." He turns his head the slightest fraction, not enough to glance back over his shoulder, but enough to suggest that he might. "Although perhaps your time with the Alliance was more of a walk in the park than what I remember of the war."

Harsh? Maybe a little. Maybe he's not yet completely over the idea that this Seteth wasn't on the Kingdom's side, okay? It's fine.

His eyes widen slightly to hear about these secret details. He'd love to say he doesn't have any unspoken feelings or anything of the sort, but regardless of how well he's bottled that sort of thing up over the years, he's pretty sure he wouldn't want anyone reading whatever this Augur had to say about him.

...particularly not with Dimitri here. Ugh.

"That's atrocious. And you want me to believe these automata are here to help us?"