[Felix is in the middle of twisting his hair into its usual updo--force of habit--when the ornate dagger catches his eye.
And a promise made rings in his mind once more, as well as some questions he had half a mind to ask back then. Now is a good time for them as any, he supposes.]
...You carry that dagger with you all the time?
[Still, a strange feeling bubbles up his chest as he frowns at the object, somewhat unpleasant in a different way yesterday's emotional turmoil took on him. Disbelief? Irritation? Jealousy? The lattermost sounds especially ridiculous, but remembering how worked up he was about Dagger Girl--nay, Edelgard--back in the day, it certainly isn't impossible...]
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And a promise made rings in his mind once more, as well as some questions he had half a mind to ask back then. Now is a good time for them as any, he supposes.]
...You carry that dagger with you all the time?
[Still, a strange feeling bubbles up his chest as he frowns at the object, somewhat unpleasant in a different way yesterday's emotional turmoil took on him. Disbelief? Irritation? Jealousy? The lattermost sounds especially ridiculous, but remembering how worked up he was about Dagger Girl--nay, Edelgard--back in the day, it certainly isn't impossible...]