It didn't take a genius to figure out that Felix was outnumbered, outgunned (even though there aren't any weapons...), and certainly without any Locus to back him up either. Under much normal circumstances, the deranged mercenary would use his cunning deception and manipulation tactics, Isaac Gates often imposing himself as someone who actually cares about human emotions and feelings that hold people back. Locus always pushing them away, but Felix...Felix embraces it, at least the emotions that count anyways. Why kill if you aren't going to at least feel apathy towards it? Don't have bitter resentment towards it, embrace humanity and all of the terrific horrors that come with it.
"ACK LITTLE VERMIN FU-" the armored sellsword declared as he felt himself scratched up to ribbons by some strange...cat? It was hard to tell, looked like some eldritch abomination that crawled out some PBS Kids program. Feeling a push, he stared at Lapis underneath his visor, recognizing one of many familiar faces around him. Holding his helmet, growling as a pang of memories hit him some more, the renown asshole stood, letting silence reign, cracking his neck casually and shrugging it all off.
Holding his head back, he stared at the greatest offender at the moment- a certain belittling white-haired detective who thinks a psychology major makes you superior.
"Well bravo, bra-fuckin'-vo...ya got me. Put me right in my grave, oh no." Felix mockingly threw his hands up, shaking them as if he were completely shocked with utter fear. "Listen, girl, you can talk about wits all you want, but a mind gets you so far. You want some life advice? Be human. Cut that cold shit, I seen that drag from every wannabe mercenary since the Great War. Call me a brute all you want, but you know that when the chips are down...I'm your guy. Ya see, people don't like killin', I do. It makes me feel good, like a nice cig on lunch break. I'm the guy that wins wars, not that Makoto and his hope bullshit that he threw around left and right when he and the others hired me."
Pausing, a sinister idea crept in his mind, Isaac Gates taking a few steps back, chuckling underneath his helmet.