The feeling of rough hands running against his smooth ones reminded him of men who worked hard day and night back where he was from. Rough hands meant a worker, and dainty hands like Octavian's meant he wasn't one to do the hard things. It was enough for him to have trust in Bryon and only Bryon. Everyone else inside of the wall was still an enemy in his eyes, though he'd love to meet other nice people like him. Did anyone else like that even exist? His thoughts were blown away when he spoke, to leave in a hushed tone. He struggled to make it out, ears perking and twisting, but he got the message.<br/><br/>Octavian didn't exactly run away into the forest when he turned away, instead, he pressed his back against the wall and listened to their interaction with one another. He held his breath, fearing that a single noise he made would somehow be heard by the others. Hearing the conversation made his mouth turn sour in disgust to the voice he couldn't connect a face to. Hawk. The way he shouted would scare any creature of the forest away, he could see a few birds even fluttering away into the distance. His own heart throbbed rapidly inside of his chest as he took tiny breaths, but then everything went quiet after 'punishment' was said. He heard a few steps of footsteps and assumed that was Bryon going with this Hawk man for some kind of punishment.<br/><br/>Finally, he bolted away with not so much as a rustle of the pushes as he carried himself with light steps. He was a fast 'unholy abomination' as that man had said. His hearing was his only flaw as it was off and he couldn't hear soft talking unless he was fairly close. He kept running until he was sure he was far away from the stupid wall and the normal humans. He couldn't tell anyone of what he had been doing, that he had talked to one of them, agreed to come back! He was even one of those men who killed, but he couldn't understand why he hadn't been shot when showing himself... he didn't understand.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The night had came at a painfully slow pace. Soon the moon hung in the sky behind thick clouds that blocked out its silver glow. It was what one might call a black night as it was hard for most things to see. Though Octavian had his second set of eyes open fully so that he could see where he was running as if it was clear as day. In no time the mutation ended up at the wall and spotted the little hole in the wall. He hesitated as a thought floated into his mind, what if it was all a trap? Men hiding in trees, maybe waiting with their guns loaded and pointing out of the hole so that when he foolishly showed up that he could be shot dead. Eyes slowly looked around at his surroundings, nothing... He picked up a rock and threw it so that if anyone was looking they'd see a small dark object bullet past. No shots, no voices, nothing.<br/><br/>Swallowing Octavian finally went in front of the hole, and all he could see was the outline of a figure now that he had closed his odd eyes. He didn't want to scare the man away with his abnormality. "Hey," He whispered weakly, there was a bit of fear in his voice as it could be anyone, he hadn't studied the other's body properly enough to be able to identify him by a simple dark outline.