The time between the question and the reply feels like years of watching Sylvain crumple. If the last answer felt like a blow, this one feels like an abyss opening up under their feet. He stares at Sylvain with naked terror, the kind of thing Felix would never admit to, much less let anyone see, under normal circumstances.

"...we didn't remember." They knew it would be a possibility, but the reality of it never really hit him before. And yet-- "But why didn't I...why did we let that happen? Even if I didn't remember, I..." He scowls, but it's horribly unconvincing. It looks like panic. It is panic. "I'd still love you. I always have. Why would I let you go?"

The last question comes out as a strangled whisper.