[Felix could possibly be heard muttering so says you under his breath but as it is a particularly windy day and his gaze -- and presumably his focus -- is more on their environs, it's hard to say for sure. He does look back toward Claude with a tipped brow, amusement threatening to break through his expression.]

The journey is the destination?

[Now he's really smiling, albeit somewhat bitterly, like he doesn't believe a single word coming out of the other young man's mouth. Felix turns his gaze back out over the horizon. Nothing but plains and grass and trees, and beyond them, mountains and graying clouds.]

What could anyone learn from walking like this? How can they improve? Aside from learning how to walk faster to avoid bad weather...