Felix stared at the Krum kid with a look of bewilderment and shock. The kid wanted to help him? What kind of person did that? Helped the person that had literally tortured them. Either the kid was an idiot, or had something up his sleeve, like aurors waiting wherever he took Felix to, but Felix was so downtrodden, so dirty, and greasy, and gross, and so.. unlike himself, that he couldn't help but stare at Elijah, and take the offer seriously. The love of his life had been ripped away from him, yet again, when he had been forced to quite literally RUN out of Hogwarts, leaving everything he had behind, and going straight to the Forbidden Forest in an attempt to escape the people who were after him. Grindelwald gone, he was on his own.. no protection, and nothing to keep him safe from the laws of the land.. especially the man who wanted him dead.. the Minster of Magic.. and yet here a was a kid, who sat in the lap of luxury, who was the Minister's pet in a way, and yet he was offering to help a condemned murderer? What kind of kid was he?
Elijah knew names, faces, things that he shouldn't know.. but at the same time.. he knew that that kind of stuff must be common knowledge by now.. But at least the scars would stay on those children forever, if not physical, as they could get the scars removed.. but mental, and that's what mattered. Felix looked at Elijah, and could feel his shoulders sagging under the weight of the world, could feel his muscles giving up, as he listened to the words the kid said, words that would either, in the end, kill him or save him. And at this point, Felix didn't care which it was.
"What's the catch Krum?" He asked, running his hand over his face, feeling the dirt, grease, and hair that had become apart of him. Felix slowly looked up at Elijah with small sorrowful eyes, he had a defeated look to him, as though he had known that by coming here he was both giving up, and getting back.. with the hope of either dying quickly, or getting back to his former glory.