[They're beyond the gates and on their way. The fields outside of the monastery are flat and open, with low grass and trees just begging for breeze to pass through them. Definitely not a sign of things to come but Felix can appreciate it for what it is...even if it may sound like he doesn't.

Case in point, when he wrinkles his nose and shoots Claude a half-frown for his comment.]

How can taking my time help with improvement? It's not as if I'm trying to be any slower.

[On the contrary, Felix has always leaned towards the more mobile and faster side of things.]

And I can't enjoy a journey if there's a destination to look forward to instead.