"You aren't going to hurt me, Felix. You're not that sort of man." He's certain of that, come what may. Even if Felix doesn't remember him, even if he's defensive and angry, he isn't a cruel or vengeful sort. He won't attack unprovoked.

Seteth drifts closer, eyes fixed on Felix, voice low and insistent. "This isn't where you belong. Don't you remember your king and comrades? Dimitri? Sylvain? Ingrid?"