[ After a moment, he reaches and takes the bottle from Felix. Not to drink it, but to help him sober up. Normally he'd allow him to revel, but the airy acceptance isn't what Dimitri wants from this conversation; he wants Felix in his entire, difficult capacity here. ]

...No. No, it's fine. Where to even begin?

[ Probably the coup. It was directly related to Felix. ]

I suspect my uncle had planned a war for some time, but he made his move while we were at Garreg Mach. Some nonsense about how House Fraldarius was set to use me as a puppet king. Likely an attempt to be rid of us both. [ A little dryly, ] Cornelia wasn't wrong, I suppose. I executed him, and that's near enough to murder.

[ They're only different by a matter of perspective. All the same, he continues. ]

My uncle's involvement in the Tragedy came to light, and Rodrigue volunteered as a political scapegoat to assuage any outrage. That's when he stepped down and you became Duke Fraldarius. Though—to be clear, your father was doing important work in Duscur. He wouldn't allow himself to be idle.

[ He pauses and holds his mug of tea for warmth this time, rather than drinking it. ]

As to why you accepted—Rodrigue must have convinced you. But I wouldn't say you had much choice in the matter regardless. ...You truly don't remember any of this?