@divergentpaths said ' Felix has to get over to his father. He has to. That stupid old man had gone and gotten himself hurt, and he's too damn far away to do something about it. Problem is, when he tries to move, his body feels too weak. Felix looks down. Was his armor this bloody before? He can't remember. Everything is kind of a blur. He can't think straight; there's darkness creeping in at the edges of his vision. Shit. "Sylvain," he manages. He doesn't know if the man hears him, because then everything goes black. '
Sylvain hates this. He hates fighting their former friends, he hates always glancing over his shoulder to make sure Felix is there, he hates being at war. His heart lurches with every close call. And then even when it looks like they've won, Rodrigue is falling, and he turns to grab for Felix without even looking, because he knows that despite everything Felix has said about his old man, he'd throw himself onto an enemy blade to get to him. But then his heart shatters, because he grabs Felix and his hand comes away bloody.
"Felix!" He gasps, when he hears his own name come strangled through his throat. And then Felix is collapsing against him, and he just manages to keep them both upright. "Felix!" He gasps again, struggling under the dead weight of his friend's body. He's not moving, his eyes are closed, and he's covered in blood. Sylvain's heart nearly stops. "Felix, you can't do this to me." He gasps, half-carrying, half-dragging him towards the edge of the battlefield, where he'd last seen Mercedes. "You hear me? You can't die. You promised."
