"Oh, come now, sweet Destiny," a rumbling velvety voice echoed from beside her. The orange tabby slunk from the shadows to stand before her, golden-green eyes observing her with the light of amusement dancing in their appraising orbs. "You have no room for such talk. We're time's kin; your words reflect upon myself, as well." He sat down and curled his tail around his paws. "I take it whatever thought process overwhelmed you was enough to distract you from my approach. Why?"

Labyrinthiansoul resisted the urge to yawn; he detested monologues, although if he'd given himself enough time to think back, he was guilty of monologuing himself. Perhaps it was simply that others bored him and annoyed him immensely. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly, no matter what others liked to think and say. "And it always seems that those we care for leave us the fastest and those who want dead stick around the longest." He nodded his head. "I know that feeling." He wasn't, at all, thinking of Tybalt. In what category did the black and white tom fit? He still didn't know. "My sister and nephew, for example, drive me insane. Sometimes I wish they'd just disappear." He sighed. "But they don't."

He harrumphed. "You're not boring. You're just like every other female who eventually longs to have little ones to bug her endlessly. I've never understood the attraction to the little trolls. I find them to be quite a nuisance. At least until they're older and can understand proper communication. All of the crying and the screaming... how do you know if they need to use the dirt place or eat or take a nap?" He shook his head. "It's too much work, too many restless nights." He tilted his head. "I've fathered in my time, yes, but I don't stick around. Not to slight the queen, of course, no; what fun we had was good in its time. But those kids..." He shook his head. "I suppose I'm among the many who should not carry on my name through offspring."

When her bombshell had first dropped he'd found himself wanting to laugh and ask who the unlucky tom was. He quickly gained his answer though and the news had his skin prickling underneath his orange pelt. Not more. No more. He already had a batch that he had to handle and an eldest son that absolutely despised him. Oddly enough he found himself wondering if these new children... if they would like him. If they would tolerate him and perhaps want to spend time with him, unlike Astralascension. He had made many mistakes with his eldest, including bringing the tom into the world in the first place, and it had created the obvious rift between them. Though Labyrinthiansoul didn't care for kits in the slightest and found them ceaselessly annoying, he was getting older. Family would, one day, be the only thing he had and he was running low on them. Judging by her defensive demeanor and her words, however, she wanted him to have no part in their lives. And he wasn't sure he wanted to, at least not in the beginning. Though that part of him that panicked at the idea of being alone nagged at him, he kept his words back and instead scoffed. "Well. I can't say I'm not surprised. But you're capable of caring for them."

His amber eyes narrowed. What trick was she pulling with that invitation? If he was to introduce himself to his offspring and reveal the truth, was she to turn around when his back was to her and whisper improbabilities to turn them against him? He clenched his jaw but quickly relaxed himself. This was Destiny. While she could harbor a cold exterior and a hard heart, she was anything but dishonest; she’d proven that today. Where many others would long to hold onto him with such hefty blackmail, she instead laid her cards bare. That told him he could trust her. He nodded. “Very well. I should like to attempt... some form of relationship with them.” He scratched his ear. “Though I admit I don’t have the best track record.”

He nodded, gaze thoughtful as it rested on her. “I don’t doubt it.” This wasn’t entirely true. He did wonder if they’d turn out like Astralascension... the young tom was many things, but a skillful hunter and battle sergeant were not among them. “Especially with you as their coach.” He stood straight, stretching. He felt his presence was being dismissed, despite her not having said anything. “Well. I appreciate your being forthcoming with me.” He dipped his head to her. “I look forward to the outcome.” Turning on his heel, jaw shifting, he nodded to himself and padded back toward camp. Perhaps he’d try and rest; it could quiet the headache threatening to build.