[ Sylvain watches those expressions play out across his face and before he even takes a sip of his own wine, he finds himself reaching across the table to rest a hand over Olivine’s wrist, his own expression one of understanding. ]

If that’s what they told you? Well, fuck them, then. No offense to you, but… No one should ever make you feel like you have to stop being who you are. And I’m glad you had friends to help you get away from that.

[ …Which is a fine piece of irony, coming from him, but Sylvain never claimed to follow his own advice. ]