Felix watched levelly as Arsène stepped forwards to address them. In the past, the priests that Ix had interacted with had maintained a sort of<i>holier than thou </i>exterior. He was pleasantly surprised to find that this particular man didn’t seem to uphold that same stereotype. In fact, just basing his views off of first impression he would say that this particular gentleman was quite different from any of the other “holy” men he’d interacted with in the past. He knew fully well that his opinion of the man would likely be altered after they interacted with each other directly for the first time, but for a moment he tried to make himself believe that for once he might have found a decent person that lived within the confines of the church. Then again, would any decent person be able to look upon a child being sent to execution and not say a word? He sorely doubted it.<br/><br/>There was a single statement that solidified the itching feeling that the man wasn’t exactly as pleasant as the image he put forth, that he was just as tainted as the rest of his brothers though he seemed to be more pleasant that the others.<i>You will be treated fairly. </i>Felix couldn’t help but snort softly at the words. Was it fair to send innocents to their deaths because they didn’t fit into a particular mold that society had laid out? Was it fair to send a little girl to slaughter like a trussed up pig? Ix wasn’t so sure, but Arsène seemed to be.<br/><br/>Three out of the four of the churches latest victims stooped down when they were prompted to pray, but Felix stayed standing, watching with a burning gaze as the man before him muttered a short spurt of words. Having not been from a particularly well to do family, Felix had never had the luxury of an education; he recognized the words in their ancient form, having heard them muttered at various funerals he’d witnessed or attended, but he never quite knew what they meant. It was then that he heard a soft whisper within his head, an explanation, and he sneered to himself at the translation. Only a fool would find peace in their march to death, and Felix prided himself in his common sense above all else. But then, it would also take a fool to fight against the horror he was being subjected to. So he stood there, a somber expression washing over his scarred face and a passive stance remaining within his body as the soldiers stepped forwards to secure them.<br/><br/>Felix wanted to reach out to little Alice, watching to comfort her as she began shuffling back away from the man that approached her, but he was already restrained by one himself. He was grateful to see that Arsène at least had the decency to spare her from the terror that sought to snatch her. He didn’t resist at all once he saw that the girl was content, nibbling on a bit of the sweet cracker that the priest had offered and holding his hand loosely as they treaded down the streets. It was quiet, aside from the footsteps of the trekkers, and Felix swore he could feel hundreds of eyes stripping them down from the houses that flanked them as they moved along. As they approached the edge of the city limits the woman that was accompanying them, Agnes, let out an agonized wail and she fell to the ground in her anguish. She didn’t fight, however, simply gave in and forced the soldier that was escorting her to lift her shivering body from the ground and carry on as she screamed. Felix spared her only a glace before shifting his gaze back onto Alice, noting the confusion in her gaze.<br/><br/>“Oh, miss, don’t cry! Did you know that everybody in the capital rides upon white horses? As white as the nice man’s robes! Perhaps we’ll get to do so too, miss!” Alice cried out excitedly, leaning her little head into Arsène’s thigh as they continued along.<br/><br/>Felix felt his heart break at the little girl’s optimism, but he was glad he’d planted it there. He wasn’t sure he could take it were she to realize the fate she was truly heading for. The woman continued her lamenting, despite the child’s attempt at comforting her, and Alice’s face twisted into a mask of utter confusion in response.<br/><br/>“Isn’t that right, Ix? Didn’t you say we’re going to the place with the white horses?” she queried softly, twisting about to look at the young man that trekked behind her to confirm, though she kept a firm hold on her savior’s hand.<br/><br/>“Yes, my little dove, that is indeed what I said. Miss Duboit is simply saddened by the fact that she has to leave Oralie, is all. You needn’t fret,” he responded comfortingly, though he was given a firm jab by his chaperone as he spoke. His words seemed to pacify the girl and she smiled bright and nodded, leaning into Arsène happily once again as they continued their stroll out to where the wagons were stationed.<br/><br/>When they arrived out to the station, they were quickly divided into their separate wagons and pushed inside. Arsène would next join each of them in turn, all they had to do was wait for him to arrive, and after a brief chat with each individual they’d set off to begin traveling for the remaining few hours of daylight. Once they’d stopped for the evening the priest would be in charge of delivering them all their nightly meal, and speaking with them about anything they wished to get off of their chests. He was meant to be their comfort, though many of the adults found the priests that traveled with them a terror more than anything else. Felix sat in the little wooden cell quietly, gazing out the barred back hatch with a forlorn expression upon masking his features. He could still hear Agnes’ wailing from two carts over, and the piercing noise echoed about in his head painfully until it was all he could hear, all he could focus on, and it drowned out even the soft murmuring he constantly heard within his mind.