[Felix doesn't protest the movement, instead slipping his arms around Sylvain and scooting closer again.] Ask me questions if you want, but there's not much to say. He snarled at everyone who came near him and went on bloody rampages in battle without a shred of tactical intent. He barely slept, barely ate, wouldn't look anyone in the eye, talked to his ghosts more than any of us. All you did was avoid him just like he wanted.