He hadn't missed the look Felix had given the people in the robes, and it's not a look Felix had worn during any other part of their trek and introducing Jim to the various facets of Felix's world. It doesn't take much deductive reasoning past that. Just a head for details and some pattern recognition.

"It's not a treaty if they still hold power over you and tell your people what they can and cannot do. I know you and your brother. No god the Imperials worship would be one of devastation and suffering. And the gods..they're important here. Not just some vague belief that may or may not exist. Tell me, does the Empire get a say in what the Thalmor do? They don't, do they? That is no peace treaty. You're effectively a colony. They own you. Or think they do, at any rate."

Jim can't believe this. All the cheer and pleasantries among these people, all the while living under the rule of some other species and for what? Because they had the stones to stand up to them and take their home back?

"And everyone is just...fine with it. Letting that be the state of affairs."