Tetradore's hands were shoved into the depths of his pockets as he watched his niece and nephew upon that castle, his gaze entirely protective over the pair, even if he had never been terribly fond of how they had so come into this world. Their birth, for him, had been shrouded in lies and deceit and even if the man had wanted little to do with his sibling during such a tremulous time, he hardly blamed them for the sins of their parents. Even now, those multitude of toys he had purchased had been entirely for them, with such dutiful care given not only into what they were capable of doing but what sort of activities might further benefit their growth, their desire for adventure, and for play. His attention in the pair, however, was interrupted only by the sound of Nadya's voice, his gaze idly flicked upwards ever so slightly as the man commented on his return as Alpha, even if that bond between the pair had not returned to him. The absence of it alone had told him all he needed to know. He remained silent as the woman so insisted she simply 'couldn't' be apart of the pack, the were-king was, perhaps, unwilling to fight with the girl who hardly knew the difference between could not and chose not. Her headstrong nature had always been his greatest struggle and yet, he merely offered her the smallest shrug of his shoulders in return.

After all, Tetradore was hardly oblivious to what life had been like for his pack after his absence. His own staff had been willing enough to indulge him in stories of what had gone on behind those steel walls and yet, he had found little fault within that nature of his only friend. Tobias had been grieving and, though he wouldn't have mentioned it, that period had surely been nothing more than transitionary. He knew, that in time, the boy would have found comfort in Raven. It is, after all, in times of great struggle that boys tended to grow into men. Nevertheless, he informed his sibling all the same that he had little interest in remaining on the sidelines any longer where her love interest was concerned. If Frost attacked him or his pack again, he fully intended to engage the man, even if it meant a war between the West and the South. He had attempted for too long to placate his sibling, to compromise, to try to make things work and look at where it had gotten him. His own attempt at love had been utterly decimated, his efforts to hold together a family destroyed, and his life taken from him. Too much had been sacrificed for her own selfish desires and the worst part of it all was that his sister was far too blind to see it like that. She was far too fraught with her own concerns to see his efforts as little more then faults - and he hated her for that.

Still, he remained silent through her triade, simply listening and remaining extraordinarily still as she so released those feelings she'd held back for so long - and how it hurt his very soul. For a very long moment, he said nothing at all, those emerald green eyes simply watching the pair of children. They were half her and half his best friend - the culmination of everything he thought he loved. His head shook ever so slightly as his lips parted, "Perhaps you should have considered all of this before getting pregnant with them, Nadya." She knew what she'd been getting into, after all. She'd chosen to bed his best friend knowing the man Tobias was and knowing the possibilities of the situation she'd put herself in and yet she'd done so all the same and he still continued to suffer for that. A small shrug crossed his shoulders before the man continued, "Go back to them then, to your adoptive pack. Or to Frost. I don't care." Tetradore responded, his gaze shifted briefly towards the rest of the boxes in the hallway. "I'm sure he can finish putting everything together for your little family." There was hardly a trace of venom in his voice, those baritone lyrics decidedly flat. She had chosen, after all, in her attempt to not choose at all. He was tired of this. He was tired of losing everything. He was tired of attempting to do nothing, his inactivity for Nadya's benefit alone. He was tired of this fight with Frost. If Frost wanted her so damn bad, he could damn well have her. After all, she'd never been a terribly good sister to him anyways.

"I have to go. I'm sure I'll see you around." He offered simply, providing the girl was an altogether flippant wave as he made his way back down that hallway, fully intending to leave the woman to her own devices. It was hardly a home for him. He was saying goodbye - to everything and in that world of hurt and lost, Tetradore found himself considering that, just maybe, life with Risque had not been all that bad. At least then, he had nothing to lose. At least then, no one could betray him quite like this.