Felix remained in his inverted position quietly, listening but refusing to avert his gaze from the top of his mobile prison until he heard the door shut and the locks fastened tightly. The young man shifted onto his side so he could gaze at the sealed entrance, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips as he tuned in quietly to the bustling he could heard outside. He laid there silently until the wheeled container he was being held it was suddenly jerked forwards. They began moving at a steady pace, and by the time the Priest began droning on from his little book Ix was fast asleep. He slept through a majority of the days travel, waking roughly half an hour before they arrived at their first destination.<br/><br/>Ix slowly sat up on the bench, rubbing his eyes slowly and letting out a long yawn before slowly standing. Once they’d stopped for the evening he moved back to the door, grabbing ahold of the bars on the tiny window and peeking out curiously to see where they’d settled in for camp. It was nothing exciting, just the outskirts of a little farming town where there was a stretch of barren land for them to settle into. Felix would have stayed to peer out the opening a little while longer, but a man whacked the thin wooden door harshly with his fist and the young man stumbled backwards hurriedly, barely managing to contain a shocked cry.<br/><br/>“Stay back from the door, filth. You’ll not be getting out, nor will you be coming back, so there’s no reason for you to know where we are,” the man barked harshly, eliciting a huff and an eye roll from little Ix.<br/><br/>The young man lounged quietly after the brief encounter, once against occupying his time with listening to everything that was happening outside of the cell, drumming his fingers upon the bench all the while. The hours dragged on, and soon enough darkness had fallen and the only tiny sliver of flickering light that he was offered came from one of the flames that had been set just a little ways away from the line of boxes. Felix watched as the light just barely danced over the top of the box, slipping in through the tiny barred window near the center of the door. He assumed that the crew had forgotten about him, as he’d yet to have been fed dinner when he’d heard and smelt food being passed out to those around him. He wasn’t too finicky about it, though, it wasn’t as though he’d been eating frequently when he wasn’t contained anyways. He decided eventually to quit waiting, and to attempt to get some more sleep, but the moment he laid down he heard the bar across his door being drawn aside.<br/><br/>Felix furrow his brow as he pulled his body upright, scooting to the edge of the uncomfortable bench and peering out as the door swung open. Words were not exchanged, but a man hopped in and grabbed him by the shoulders, promptly dragging him out. He didn’t fight, simply stumbled along after the man, his brow furrowing as his forearm was harshly grabbed and he was dragged along behind the massive hunter. He took the time to peer around the little camp that had been erected since they’d arrived at their first stop. It was too dim to see much past the points of the small fires that dotted the space between the tents, but it wasn’t as though there would have been much to see. He’d deduced that they were in farm country, as a majority of the nation consisted of, and he was sure it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t seen one thousand times before. Felix turned his attention onto his escort when the man released him, though he only did so once they’d arrived at a specific tent.<br/><br/>“Arsène wishes for you to dine with him this evening, he awaits you within the tent,” the man muttered gruffly, motioning Felix forward.<br/><br/>Felix furrowed his brow thoughtfully, though he nodded as he carefully ducked through the entranceway, shivering lightly at the feeling of eyes boring harshly into his back. He immediately looked around the modest interior once he entered, his eyes ultimately landing on the hunched form of the priest in the corner. He was quiet for a few moments; observing a near stranger in such a vulnerable position was oddly intriguing to him. He supposed that the vulnerability didn’t matter to Arsène, as he believed himself shielded by the hand of God. Nothing bad could happen to such a holy man, he presumed, and so it didn’t matter if he kept his back to potentially dangerous near strangers.<br/><br/>“I was under the impression you’d forgotten about me,” he said quietly, breaking the silence and announcing his presence though he was sure Arsène was already aware of his entrance. The boy glanced down at the two bowls settled on the rug and he slowly moved over, settling himself onto the floor facing one of the two containers though his eyes remained levelly trained on the other male in the tent.