Hmph. Those were always my old man's priorities. King and country. Tradition. Honor. Chivalry. All more important than his own family.

[Felix scowls and pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. He means everything he's saying, of course. He's meant it for a long time--but that's what he's uncertain about, now. Is this really still all he feels after everything, or is this just an emotional groove he's worn into his heart that's hard to pull himself out of? It's so much easier to focus on - and express - his anger and resentment than on everything else. He sighs, sharp.]

I...suppose I'm being a little uncharitable.