"Hmph. Says the man who refused to heed my warnings about being careful." It's just a grumble, though, not a real argument.

I'm not going anywhere. If only Sylvain really could keep a promise like that. Felix knows that he can't, though, and it has exactly the opposite effect that Sylvain intended; he just wants to get there even faster.

"Are you pacing? Stop it." Felix shifts to lean forward against Foudroyant's head carapace, holding the Gear steady with one hand and folding his other arm to pillow his head on it. "This will fade soon enough."