No one took the throne. With Cornelia and the rest of the traitor's assistance, Fhirdiad was captured by the Empire, and subdued all Blaiddyd regions. Why would they crown someone, when they could just crush the last resistance, and unify it into their own land?

[this is all delivered matter-of-factly, still buoyed by the beverage—but the next question has nearly the same effect as a hot cup of coffee on a buzz of alcohol. felix's brow twitches again, and this time, his lips purse, creeping downward for the first time since drinking. he doesn't stop talking, but reality is at least beginning to creep back in.]

You didn't return. [it's blunt, but neutral, not biting—but there's something of a foreshadowing to it, like it shortly will be.] We finally found you killing thieves and looters in the ruins of Garreg Mach.

[he falls silent for a moment, watching dimitri across the table. it felt otherworldly, relaying this—and not in the elysium way. that there could be another place where it all just... didn't happen. something unpleasant and guilty twists in his stomach, and he frowns properly.]

You were transformed. Like a monster in human skin, obsessed with revenge and killing, more at the beck and call of the dead than the living.

[as he speaks, each word becomes just a little less even, a little more vitriolic.]

You gave in to it all.