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Now that he really thought about it - he was on the fence. He was unsure whether he was entertained by the whole ordeal or, well, simply growing tired of it. There was clearly no way of getting Azrael to leave; evident in the way he prattled on endlessly but nonetheless. The more time Tesseract was given to think and observe, the more time he was therefore given to utilize his options. Azrael was by all means stubborn and irritating in his eyes but, though he had known it for so long, it had never truly occurred to him just how useful the boy could be. At the mention of his mother controlling her band of misfits, he offered nothing more than a crooked half-smile and a single huff of humor. It was his mother's control that concerned him; her control over not only Jaidah, Fatality but also over Phobia that had pressured him into taking initiative early. She was crafty and though she washed her paws of blood, he knew well that it was indeed she who worked behind the scenes.

Did he approve? Not particularly. The idea of keeping demons within a pack did not phase him so long as they were maintained and kept in order but the way his mother allowed them such free reign? He disagreed. He disagreed with her covering their crimes. It did not make others fear her nor respect her - it simply made them deem her insane. Hardly what Tesseract wanted for himself - perhaps that was where Azrael would come in useful. Of course, there was always Heyel but that was too... predictable.

He'd hardly listened as Azrael circled on and on, his ears only occasionally fluttering to catch his drift. There were other thoughts at play and his face shifted into an amused smirk as he finally tuned in to Azrael's final verse; he shook his head then, slow and steady.

"Perhaps it is true that my mother has lost her way, but put your weapons down and realize a simple truth; I am not my Mother and I do not need to be trained to put an end to her... lack of control," he purred, a brow raising up in curiosity before his gaze flickered to Khaleesi. He had decided to like the spitfire as much as it were possible for him to like another, and for that reason he at least owed her some kind of explanation and response to her query, "But for peace of mind, my girl, my story of leaving is a complex one at that; but I shall paraphrase. I desire more than merely being a Subordinate - I am lead to believe, already, that you too do not wish for a life of mediocrity. I left because I wished to learn, to travel and because I wished to take back a land that had once been my Mother's. She had taken a mate and for that, I had four new siblings - she did not need me, nor did she need my two sisters. She followed us after the destruction and loss of those siblings and only now has she decided to want us back."

It was enough - it was truthful enough, too. He did not need to explain his present life so much to them; his opportunities, the intentions that fluttered wildly through his mind. His mother was crazed and he had accepted such a thing a long time ago; but she presented opportunity. He had learnt to fight - learnt to track - he had learnt a myriad of skills from her, Vague and even her lead lady, Fatality. Things he would not have learnt alone nor cooped up in the world of following Heyel's lot; he was... tactical. A true opportunist.

"I hold no quarrels with your family, Azrael," he began after some moments of silence, his head twisting to face the male once more and returning to a more solemn expression, "and if you are lead to believe otherwise, then you have been listening far too much to the paranoid ramblings of my Mother. I am not better than Iromar - but you are correct about one thing; I am better than she, my Mother that is."

With a fluid motion, he rose to his paws, stretched out tall and as regally as possible. He locked gazes with Khaleesi for a moment, his head tilted.

"I am sorry if you have been given a negative impression of me but I can assure you that I, along with my siblings, are only of blood when it comes to my Mother; we have never tasted the flesh of our own kind, and we have never killed," he began, dipping his head low and holding it for some time before he finally rose it once more to her level, "I can promise you, too, that if you follow me - I will protect you from not only those that Azrael speaks of, but from any others that seek to harm you."

A subtle grin crossed his features before he rose his head entirely once more, glancing to Azrael with a cocked brow for some moments as he stood in contemplation. It was a rash decision but what that had to be made for the greater good; Diveen.

"I shall follow you once more to Diveen, Azrael, if not only to conference with you and your kin once more," his voice loud and confident, nodding once stoutly before taking a few short strides back as if to give Azrael lead way, "Will you be coming, too, Khaleesi? I was not lying when I said I would protect you and that fire inside you and for that, I will do my best to provide you with a warm den."

He could only hope he was making the right decision, though his judgement was seldom wrong; he could, also, only hope that in time Caligula would grow to accept this female that he had decided to guard. Besides, young Khaleesi may have had a fire inside her but Caligula? No, she was the falling star in Tesseract's eyes.

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