Family had always been important, or at least, he had always thought as such. He and Caligula had done things most indignant to ensure their family remained close and appropriate and yet, things never seemed to go quite as planned. Nero, Tesseract's own father, had been practically a ghost his entire life, an undead wolf who seldom did anything other than linger and follow Ruvindra's heels. Even his own mother had been one to disappear and reappear at will, preferring her children to raise themselves. Family had been important, yes, but it had never been consistent. That had been why he had been so desperate to keep Caligula close; he had fought for Spirane for her, and had licked his wounds enough to try and try again. He had taken Glorall for her and fought over and over to keep it - so why had she left? Perhaps, at some point he did not know, family had taken on a separate meaning, some new definition defined by her and Maradona alone. They had adopted that definition and they had left with it. What was left was Tesseract's own attempts at retaining his idea of family: perhaps he had his faults as a father, but he knew within himself that he would kill for his children.

They were turbulent thoughts at best, and he was glad that his son was there to take his mind off of it all for the time being. Still, something seemed quite... strange about Praetor, or at least the way he seemed to stare off into the beyond, his mind clearly roaming. Tesseract could not fault him for it for more often than not, he found himself in a similar position. He often thought about the past and present, though the future had begun to elude him. He simply did not wish to think about it at times. The past, however, seemed to come back consistently; even to the point where Praetor now spoke Ruvindra's name. Instinctively, Tesseract wanted to turn immediately to him but instead, he swallowed such an instinct and turned much more slowly - composed, practiced - with an inquisitive look. He doubted meeting with the woman had done any good.

"If it were true, would it make a difference?" He inquired simply, turning away to watch the ocean for a moment. Internally, he felt his stomach snarl with agitation and yet, he remained as calm as ever on the surface, his lips even turned up into the faintest of grins. He had always been fine with their relationship though he knew the taboo of it all but why was such a thing wrong? They had been of the same soul, after all, which was otherwise celebrated by Moladion - imprints, they were called. Still, he proceeded with a curious voice, turning to Praetor with a raised brow. "How interesting that your mind instinctively roams to such an idea, my son. Did you know, many years ago, it was not uncommon for Alphas to set their children up with the sons and daughters of other kingdoms? Betrothals, they were called. Do you think that, too, could have been possible?"

He was not a liar, not at all, and though he did not confess immediately, he wished only to test the waters that were his son. After all, he would not allow Ruvindra to come between he and his family. Still, he was concerned now. He had to think and think fast, though he hoped that his son would not turn his back simply because he did not understand.