[It's so much easier to handle Dimitri when they're not in a nigh-deserted city with very few distractions around, it's not like he can go, "Look, Felix is doing a thing over there." And they go pay attention to Felix and feelings are ignored.

No.

It's just him, and Dimitri, and some kind of store, and everything's empty. Sylvain's face falls, a little. He falters. He searches for words.]

I...

[Saying "I'm fine!" would be a lie and an insult now. And his prince is asking and he has to rise to the occasion, but...]

Dunno how I feel, Dimitri. Really. I don't know. How can I be honest about something I haven't even figured out for myself? Sometimes I feel all sorts of things, and other times I can't really say I feel much of anything.