[ The scene elicits an unpleasant twinge of nostalgia in Felix as he watches, having stumbled into it while passing by. Somehow, the reunion of the Black Eagles house is not unlike the reunion of the Golden Deer house, a fact that makes his skin crawl as he remembers the deaths of those classmates. This is his first opportunity to really look at them all without the urgency of battle coloring his evaluation. They seem so young, he thinks, even after the five years that have aged them. Too young for the war that has darkened Fódlan’s doorstep. It makes him deeply uncomfortable, to look upon this private moment of people he cut down in his timeline. ]
Flayn, [ he calls out, once it has ended. ] Are you alright?
[ Reexperiencing his own memories had badly thrown him off guard, so he approaches the cleric cautiously so as to not startle her. ]
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Flayn, [ he calls out, once it has ended. ] Are you alright?
[ Reexperiencing his own memories had badly thrown him off guard, so he approaches the cleric cautiously so as to not startle her. ]