[ Felix goes quiet for a moment, staring down at his hands draped across his knees and thinking about how familiar this all sounds. He may not have lived it, but he lived something very much like it, and knows what that bloodshed looks like. ]

I fought in a civil war not unlike yours. We thought our king dead. In truth, he was wandering the country like a beast in search of blood, and when we found him...

[ He shrugs, and then glances at her, his mouth twisting into a grimace. ]

At least you have the conscience to regret it. That's worth something.

[ He wonders if Dimitri ever will. Sylvain tells him something changed after Gronder, but Felix has not seen it for himself yet, and he wonders. ]