It certainly does sound like a threat, but that only makes it easier to laugh off as he leans clumsily away to avoid that swat. Felix continues to be Felix--and so Sylvain, being Sylvain, will relent, shifting back into his own space with his hands lifted in (mostly) mock surrender. He can take a hint!! He'll just settle back as comfortably as he can in this otherwise uncomfortable place, all cold, uneven ground and stones dulled only by his protective layer of armor. He won't look over when Felix does inevitably sit--wouldn't want to acknowledge it and send him stomping across the clearing so soon, after all--but he does relax a bit, some of the remaining tension easing out of him in the form of a short, silent sigh.
...And then the asshole has to go and elbow him, because they aren't allowed to have anything nice. Despite the effective 'No Damage' that ought to flash overhead, Sylvain gives an exaggerated wince, a quiet protest already at his lips. But... hm. The question gives him pause as he considers the gentle gradient coloring the sky above them. He hums.
"Have you heard anything about this place?" 'This place,' he says, accompanied by a vague nod in the direction of Caph. They're not even close enough to see it, honestly--even if he hadn't listened when told to go elsewhere, he'd at least heeded the locals' warnings about magic, poisonous air, because honestly that just doesn't sound like a fun time for anyone. "Apparently it's been totally abandoned."
Which is the perfect reason to risk life and limb coming to visit, obviously! He honestly hadn't asked about it too much--hadn't had the time to, given the circumstance--but in everyone's rush to get any non-combatants to safety, any inquiries about the supposedly cursed city had been given partial answers at best, or brushed off altogether at worst.
"...No one seemed interested in coming up this far, not even to doublecheck. Guess they figured anyone stupid enough to get stuck out here deserved to get eaten, huh?"
The words are... sickening, in their own right. They taste bitter in his mouth, this entire idea of people being eaten twisting at his stomach as he thinks of families torn apart by one of their own, a loved one turned vicious monster in the dead of night. He wonders what might have brought them to that point... But he laughs without missing a beat, bright and unshaken; he ignores the knot coiled in his stomach in favor of maintaining a carefully neutral smile.
"I guess they were kind of right, after all." Like. Half right. Bummer!! "But if someone had been left here alone, and no one had come to help... well. They would've been a goner for sure."
See, Felix? He knows he was in deep shit!! It doesn't mean he didn't put himself there to begin with, but at least he's self-aware.
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...And then the asshole has to go and elbow him, because they aren't allowed to have anything nice. Despite the effective 'No Damage' that ought to flash overhead, Sylvain gives an exaggerated wince, a quiet protest already at his lips. But... hm. The question gives him pause as he considers the gentle gradient coloring the sky above them. He hums.
"Have you heard anything about this place?" 'This place,' he says, accompanied by a vague nod in the direction of Caph. They're not even close enough to see it, honestly--even if he hadn't listened when told to go elsewhere, he'd at least heeded the locals' warnings about magic, poisonous air, because honestly that just doesn't sound like a fun time for anyone. "Apparently it's been totally abandoned."
Which is the perfect reason to risk life and limb coming to visit, obviously! He honestly hadn't asked about it too much--hadn't had the time to, given the circumstance--but in everyone's rush to get any non-combatants to safety, any inquiries about the supposedly cursed city had been given partial answers at best, or brushed off altogether at worst.
"...No one seemed interested in coming up this far, not even to doublecheck. Guess they figured anyone stupid enough to get stuck out here deserved to get eaten, huh?"
The words are... sickening, in their own right. They taste bitter in his mouth, this entire idea of people being eaten twisting at his stomach as he thinks of families torn apart by one of their own, a loved one turned vicious monster in the dead of night. He wonders what might have brought them to that point... But he laughs without missing a beat, bright and unshaken; he ignores the knot coiled in his stomach in favor of maintaining a carefully neutral smile.
"I guess they were kind of right, after all." Like. Half right. Bummer!! "But if someone had been left here alone, and no one had come to help... well. They would've been a goner for sure."
See, Felix? He knows he was in deep shit!! It doesn't mean he didn't put himself there to begin with, but at least he's self-aware.