It shouldn't have surprised him that his son seemed so confused. Really, Tesseract had never been the one for jokes but it was never too late to try, right? Apparently so, for Judas remained as silent as ever. Tesseract merely grinned to himself, shaking his head slowly. Perhaps it'd be harder to connect then he had initially thought - it wasn't a pleasant thought but it gave him something to aspire to, at least. It gave him a little more of a challenge. After all, things would need to change eventually and he wanted the support of his family there. Judas and Praetor were his only sons, and he had high hopes for the two of them; Praetor with his gentleness and Judas with his, well, he had a certain... pizazz.

What his son said, however, threw him off guard for a moment. For a minute or so, he had to think on the matter, his expression seemingly dazed as he stared off over the sea. It was hard, after all, to imagine a time when Caligula had not been there. Even as he grew and his mind wandered to other females, he'd always returned to the thought of her. In a way, it did seem like he had always been pulled back to her. It was, admittedly, a rather dark set of thoughts to imagine it all over again but in some way, it felt relieving. Even if she did not seem to be there now, at least she'd always be there - and he'd always be pulled back.

"You feel like you can do anything if they're there. You'd fight for them, but you'd just as fast lay down and roll over for them."

He paused to turn back to his son with a meek smile, a brow raising slowly. So, his son had found somebody? It was unexpected, really. Judas had never come across as one who sought romance, and yet he did not speak of it as if it were some mere fling.

"I know it too well. There's not been a day where I have not thought of your mother."

He lamented for a moment, breathing a relieving sigh as he closed his eyes to fall back into thought one last time. If her departure was true, would there be a time when he could not say that without lying? As hard as it might have been, he had to stop thinking on it. Instead, he stretched his paws out, flexing his toes in the waters. Had he ever taken his son to the island? Many knew how to get there but it wasn't exactly easy. There was a certain path to take where, allegedly, some failed bridge had broken apart into the waters. It made it easier. Perhaps, he thought, they could go together. For now, he had to know - what had made his son ask such questions?

"Has something happened?"

He inquired, looking to his son once more and locking onto his eyes. They were the same violet. He had to question, then, what else was shared between them.