<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“I can't say that surprises me, given your cynical nature,” Arsène admitted, finishing his prayer before lifting up. He'd heard the canvas tent open and then motioned to the food once he saw that he wasn't eating, instead only staring at him. <br/>
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“I didn't realize it was so late. Please, eat. This is for my comfort as much as your own,” he added, though he said a short prayer before dipping some of the bread into the food, careful not to drip anything onto the rug. He trusted Felix would be just as careful himself, but he gave no warning. Arsène hadn't really realized his own hunger until they'd stopped moving, and most of his work was done. Now he was trying to consolidate some of it together, otherwise, he'd be getting very little sleep. He didn't know how the guards expected the prisoners to sleep restfully in the moving carriages. Arsène had ridden in one initially, and he imagined he'd find more rest atop his gelding than being bounced around the bench seat. <br/>
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“Where have your thoughts been during your travels of the day?” Arsène asked conversationally, using a spoon to fish out a bit of potato. Felix had real utensils as well. Not a knife, of course, and he wouldn't be permitted to take anything with him. <br/>
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“I've thought of you throughout my day. How best I might help you. I prayed for you, of course,” he admitted but didn't say his thoughts had been with Felix more than it had been with the others. The other three.. seemed less complicated. Arsène had already decided what he would do with the little girl. The woman was accepting his hands and praying with him for her salvation, and the man was closed off as ever, unrepentant for his crimes. <br/>
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“How is the food?” he inquired, mostly out of politeness. He knew it was nothing spectacular, but even Arsène was enjoying the simple stew after such a long day. “Have you felt like yourself” Felix's carriage had been quiet, but that didn't necessarily indicate that the demon wasn't present. Honestly, the silence made him the most uneasy. Alice fretted, the woman cried, and the man pounded his fists against the wood in a fit of anger at one point. All of those were reactions Arsène was used to dealing with. Felix, on the other hand, was another story. He was waiting for the other shoe to fall, and his true colors to show.</span></span>