[Dean hasn't told him; only left vague and dark hints, a trace of remaining anger that's warned Felix that there might be more to it than what he'd been left with before. Then, he'd thought to bring it up with her at some point, but it hadn't seemed urgent; then, he was a lot more willing to trust her word.
But then that town happened, and now he's a lot less willing to trust anyone.
He takes in what she's saying, his face as still as stone, his eyes still concerned but also calculating. It takes him a second to connect the dots, and when he does, his brow furrows.] You caused a mass hallucination. A panic. [That sounds minor in those words, maybe, but he's seen what kind of damage a panic can do en masse.]
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But then that town happened, and now he's a lot less willing to trust anyone.
He takes in what she's saying, his face as still as stone, his eyes still concerned but also calculating. It takes him a second to connect the dots, and when he does, his brow furrows.] You caused a mass hallucination. A panic. [That sounds minor in those words, maybe, but he's seen what kind of damage a panic can do en masse.]