[This is less Felix trying to figure out why Constantin did what he did and more Felix trying to assess The Mood. He's terrible at it. They both know this, and yet it feels important for Felix to try. He's less than thrilled about Constantin's role in this plan of theirs, but it isn't his life on the line, you know? Or, well. Felix will be there in the thick of it—doing all that he can to ensure Constantin's (and Archimedes') safety—but of the two of them, Constantin will be the one dealing with some, mmm, unique stress.

And while Felix impassively watches Constantin's dramatics, he isn't heartless, or so dense as to fail to realize what that stress can do to a person. Does Constantin deserve that? Hmm. He made his choice, yes, but Felix still doesn't think that he does.]

He needed to be dragged into the thick of it. You didn't.

[And that's the crux of it all, really, because while Felix has spent the past five years fighting a war? While he's used to risking his life? Constantin both... is and isn't, Felix thinks, and so he abruptly shifts his eyes up to the map behind the desk, thinking of how to word the complicated thing he wishes to say.]

...I told you your life was important, once. Too important for stupid risks. [A pause, then, before he looks back down at the man on the other side of this desk and gruffly adds:] That hasn't changed.

[Remember wine night? Felix does.]