Felix snorts quietly. "That's the most convincing thing you've said so far."

He sort of wants to close his eyes and just let the chilly air wash over him for a bit, but he doesn't want to let Sylvain out of his sight. So instead, he pulls his hood up to narrow his field of vision to just the Gear screen and Foudroyant's long mandibles.

"Pff. Of course he is. You probably won't have to save me anything, because he'll send you more than you could ever possibly eat in a sitting. ...but yes, I do."

In his mind's eye he can so clearly see Sylvain in his dumb apron, cheerfully making spaghetti. And Sylvain sitting with him on a blanket at the top of a hill, laying out a picnic spread and making fun of him for his sunglasses. Ugh, stop.

...he can't do this. There is no possible way he can make it six hours like this without telling Sylvain the truth. He's not even sure he can make it one hour.

"Sylvain..."

But how is he supposed to say this? For once, he manages to think before he just comes out and says the bluntest possible thing. He has to get this right, or he could end up ruining everything.

"What's the last thing you remember before you arrived here?"