The Felix in the pictures looked about the same age as the day Mildmay first met his brother. Only a fuckton less crazy. That was good. Mildmay never wanted to see that look in Felix's mismatched eyes again. Any Felix's.

"And he ain't got himself lost or killed or nothing." Without a Mildmay to look out for him. It hurt and was a relief at the same time. He'd always suspected Felix didn't really need him, and look, he was right. But it also meant Felix'd probably be okay back at Grimglass, with Mildmay stuck here.