(during selection)
Felix sighed, and waved off the other soldier.
"Well... I should've assumed I was to be sent into that hell... thanks for the comforting words though Private.. means someone cares"
Felix followed the other soldier, but stopped in the barracks to grab his personal belongings, and later at the armory to get his equipment from his locker. He looked longingly at the locker, which had his name taped to it. It was one of the few things he really could call his. Now some other lucky joe would get it. He peeled the tag from the locker and crumpled it and moved on.
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Felix looked over the rag-tag group of Excommunicated, as the Council called it. "Quite a harsh word for sending out people to protect you..." He thought outloud. He knew most of these people wouldn't make it. Especially the civilians who probably couldn't handle the stress of living outside a safe haven. Walking around, he frowned as he listened to a few teenagers crying, and some other people groaning that they were cold.
"Be happy that your cold.. it keeps THEM away" He told that person, and they shut up.
Walking further, he spotted Veronica lying on the ground. She looked to be a young girl, and looked out of place in the band of misfits and soldiers. Sitting down next to her, he asked.
"Miss Veronica is it? Hi I'm Felix the Third... and yes... I am a clone..."
That word... people used like it was a curse, and yet here he was, risking his life for them.