Off to Azkaban already eh? Well that was just swell, the sooner he got there, the sooner he'd get to leave the company of all the heroes in the room. They felt they were doing good, they all felt like that had accomplished something today, gotten a horrible man off the streets, but really, it was all apart of their own greed that made people like Felix possible. The Heroes made the evil so that they could punish them. The Heroes made sure anyone who was slightly rude, or had a slight attitude, felt like they were the worst people on earth, simply because their family hadn't been just right. It was all how you were born, and if you weren't born right, you were a waste of space. How was it that the 'good' guys were worse at doing that to people, then the people who wanted only Purebloods to rule. Of course they didn't realize it, because they felt they were better then everyone else, and deserved to rule, all of the idiotic werewolves, the muggle lovers, the 'good guys'. They acted like they wanted justice in the world, but they didn't realize it was their own want for justice, that made justice not possible.
Felix could feel the chains tightening and looked down to see one had started to cut into his skin and there was a small drop of blood. Great... a nice way to start off life in Azkaban.. bleeding. When the auror talked to him, Felix smirked. "You aren't my first choice for a talking buddy either pal." he grumbled, and his eyes flickered around the room.The last empty and open space he'd probably see for a long time, at least one that didn't smell like rotting flesh and death. He could feel a small flare of panic in his stomach at the thought of going back to Azkaban. Sure he could play it off all cool, convince himself that Azkaban wasn't that good of a place, but the fact of the matter was. Azkaban scared the hell out of Felix. He didn't want to go back.. he knew either way he would go back, so he had made sure he'd gone back.. but now that he was on his way.. well he could feel his stomach twisting into knots, his mind started to panic, and he almost pulled away from Dent, but he stopped himself, calmed himself down slightly, and bit his lower lip in agitation. Panic was in his eyes, but his body language suggested that he didn't really care where he went, as long as he got out of the room. Keeping his eyes on the floor however, he followed Dent out of the room, for his trip back to Azkaban.