[ There's a brief reminder of how they were as children- how Felix and him, even Ingrid to an extent, looked up to him...

His next words come from that same place of affection, shared between friends. ]

... regardless of your activities, I cannot think of a moment where I did not desire your presence, Sylvain.

[ It's honest, even if he means this he hasn't wanted him for more than that- and yet... that feeling of longing remains, as he adds— ]

Am I allowed to be so selfish, after everything?

[ He repeats, now aimed at Sylvain- because after the atrocities he's committed, is it even right for him to want any more from his friends than they already give? ]