"Aren't we all pawns?" It was asked earnestly, with experience beyond what most innocent boys are aware of. Felix scooted closer, turning slightly to face Dexter, that leg still a safety barrier despite the fact that he didn't really mind Dexter beside him.
Habit, most likely.
"It just seems as though we are so inconsequential in the grand scheme of everything -- this world, this universe. But then again," he smiled, bringing his hand back to the other around his ankle.