[ He looks briefly surprised at just how many details Felix does know, considering they've never spoken about this, but it does completely confirm that they... somehow knew different "versions" of each other. ]

It seems you've been studying.

[ He says so distantly, drumming his fingers against the table of various drinks before he frowns. Cautiously, ]

Felix... Do you really want to know? I don't want to you to feel beholden to anyone. Not even yourself.

[ Which is why he didn't delve into this any earlier. If Felix really is dead—he doesn't owe Dimitri or Faerghus. He can be as vitriolic and distant as he wants. He doesn't have to be the Duke of anything anymore. ]