Or rather, it does, but the Black Eagles class is pulled into aiding Remire due to the calamity worsening--the particular date of which, Felix had forgotten. Regardless, it's familiar enough--the flames all over the village, the possessed villagers going after the throats of others less fortunate to stand in their way--
But Felix never lays his eyes on Tomas the traitor or the Death Knight as he did before. He's in the middle of knocking out some rowdy miscreants when he catches sight of a villager going straight for Dorothea.]
Look out!
[He's too far though, and his cries are lost in the wind as a sword tears through Dorothea's back.
...Or maybe not. Dorothea's still standing there, and Byleth is blocking the blade with their own. Strange that his eyes would trick him like that, especially with the horrific memory still imprinted in his mind, but it's a thought he's forced to set aside in favor of the headache that has him grabbing his head with his free hand.
He doesn't notice it when an enemy takes advantage of his distraction to cut him down from behind, a sting that overpowers the pain pounding through his head. Felix blindly swings in the direction of that swing, unsure of whether he just dealt a debilitating blow or a fatal one. Whatever the case is, he starts to stumble towards where he saw Dorothea and Byleth, knowing it's probably beyond him to do some self-healing given his state.
As the last of Felix's consciousness fades amidst concerned cries, a lopsided smile creases his expression as he wonders about how soft he's getting thanks to his changed outlook on one certain boar, expression turning derisive as he wonders if this is the extent of it, the end of what this strange second chance could manage to affect.
If so, that's rather pathetic of him, though not exactly unwarranted for a shield that had failed to protect its liege.]
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[But tomorrow doesn't come.
Or rather, it does, but the Black Eagles class is pulled into aiding Remire due to the calamity worsening--the particular date of which, Felix had forgotten. Regardless, it's familiar enough--the flames all over the village, the possessed villagers going after the throats of others less fortunate to stand in their way--
But Felix never lays his eyes on Tomas the traitor or the Death Knight as he did before. He's in the middle of knocking out some rowdy miscreants when he catches sight of a villager going straight for Dorothea.]
Look out!
[He's too far though, and his cries are lost in the wind as a sword tears through Dorothea's back.
...Or maybe not. Dorothea's still standing there, and Byleth is blocking the blade with their own. Strange that his eyes would trick him like that, especially with the horrific memory still imprinted in his mind, but it's a thought he's forced to set aside in favor of the headache that has him grabbing his head with his free hand.
He doesn't notice it when an enemy takes advantage of his distraction to cut him down from behind, a sting that overpowers the pain pounding through his head. Felix blindly swings in the direction of that swing, unsure of whether he just dealt a debilitating blow or a fatal one. Whatever the case is, he starts to stumble towards where he saw Dorothea and Byleth, knowing it's probably beyond him to do some self-healing given his state.
As the last of Felix's consciousness fades amidst concerned cries, a lopsided smile creases his expression as he wonders about how soft he's getting thanks to his changed outlook on one certain boar, expression turning derisive as he wonders if this is the extent of it, the end of what this strange second chance could manage to affect.
If so, that's rather pathetic of him, though not exactly unwarranted for a shield that had failed to protect its liege.]