[there's no telling who is coming down this hallway; felix is doing his best to track their footsteps through the door as sylvain babbles on, and on, and on, but as annoying as that is—well! there are different levels of annoyances? and sylvain is, and has always been, a tolerable annoyance. an acceptable annoyance. after exploring this town alone, it would be a lie to say that felix is not glad (relieved?) to find one of his closest friends...

...but dear god, sylvain, that light. it catches felix entirely off guard, sending him squinting as he hisses:]

Will you stop that?

[thanks, sylvain! now he's blind! or, like, almost. the light is much more manageable once he bats it (re: sylvain's hand) to the side; it isn't enough for felix to see everything, but it illuminates the side of sylvain's stupid face—and the familiar golden embellishments of sylvain's coat. huh.]

Of course I'm here. Why are you? [for the same reason felix is, probably, but something, something, do as felix says, not as felix does. plus, as felix's eyes are drawn back to sylvain's clothing:] And why are you wearing that? Is this your idea of a disguise?

[because it's a pretty shitty disguise, bud—but how would sylvain even have access to his old uniform? and speaking of hair, why is something off about sylvain's? ]