“I’ve been with my parasite from the time I was born, or at least since the time of my first memory. It’s always been within me, though I’m not sure why I chose me specifically, I’m not the most foreboding individual if you hadn’t noticed,” Felix chuckled lowly at his own little jibe and he slowly shook his head before continuing. “But, no matter what the reason, the creature chose me, and I suppose now it’s time for me to pay for sins I didn’t commit.” Ix slumped back against the hard, wooden wall of the cart, gazing across at Arsène as he awaited the next invasive question. He quirked his right eyebrow upward ever so slightly at the question and crossed his arms over his abdomen.<br/><br/>“My life prior to when I was cast into the streets was nice enough. I wasn’t anything at the time, just a son, though I helped by father in his daily task of collecting and disposing of the butcher’s scraps,” he relayed quietly, his gaze shifting just past the priest as he thought of his life before. “When I was nine years old my family was killed off, I don’t know how, I just know that I woke up and all of them were dead; Mother, father, three sisters and a newborn baby brother all brutally slaughtered. Ever since then I’ve been alone, on the streets, begging for money and food and caring for my own wounds when I awake with them.”<br/><br/>Felix sat up again, reaching up to run his fingers through his unruly hair as he did so. “It’s not as though any of that matters now. Perhaps I’ll have an opportunity to join them at the end of this road, or perhaps you’ll fail in your task and I’ll get dragged into Hell all the same,” he commented dryly with a bitter smile, sighing as Arsène spoke a few words that clearly meant they’d be parting soon and Ix would be left to his own devices.<br/><br/>“My only request is that you spend more time with the others than with me . . . If what everybody says about me is true my soul is eternally damned anyways, so I’d rather you save the others. If you can,” he said, heaving a heavy sigh as he slowly slid down onto the bench then, clearly signaling that he was through with the discussion at hand. He laid down there and rested the crook of his elbow over his eyes, bending his knees so that he could prop his feet up and hopefully catch up on a little bit of the rest he’d been denied in the prison cells beneath the cities church.