His childhood friend's muttered admittance of dreading that loneliness shattered Tetradore's heart. Although at the time Tetradore had been oblivious of the soul that had so diligently searched for him, he understood, to a degree, just what Tobias had gone through in the wake of the young boy's abandonment after the were-panther's capture. The family they had was ripped away from them, the trio of 'siblings' forced to cope with the dark and cruel world far before any of them were quite near ready to. He could only imagine the things Tobias had been forced to resort to in order to merely survive at such a tender age. Now that they had some resemblance of a life all over again, it was surely terrifying to even contemplate that it might once more disappear in a puff of smoke at Risque's continual reappearance into their world. This time, however, Tetradore was determined to reassure his companion that he would not be alone - not again. After all, Tobias had Raven to look after him and now, surely that was all that mattered? The elder man hadn't considered his own distinct value to the deviant boy prior to that very moment. And why should he? For most of their shared life, the pair had been separated. Far more of Tetradore's life had been spent within the depths of Syn and the vileness of his time as a mere 'pet'. He had more memories of that place then of their youth or the boy he'd found in the woods.

His vibrant emerald eyes met the depthless chocolate irises of Tobias' own as his closest companion stared at him with such intensity. It was clear, with the extent of that simple glance, that Tobias' thoughts were turned inwards - deep within the labyrinth of the boy's own chaotic mind as he struggled to find some conclusion. Tetradore's eyebrows furrowed and yet, he made no effort to urge his friend to announce those considerations before he was ready to. His own marked exhaustion surely assisting in that near infinite patience he presently held. The gruff sound of that first syllable drew his gaze upwards and yet, Tetradore was unprepared for the broken words that finished Tobias' sentence. For a long moment, he simply watched his childhood companion, as if he was unsure of what words to offer the boy when he was so certain that his destiny laid within his own oblivion. Any promise he made would be a lie to merely assuage the pain that tore at his companion's heart within this exact moment. "I..." He started, only to stop almost abruptly before shaking his head ever so slightly. Tetradore had never excelled at traversing the waters of such emotions, particularly when he knew there was so little he could do. "I'm sorry, Tobias." He muttered simply, any further words almost lost to him. He was sorry that, one day, he would inevitably leave Tobias on his own again within the vastness of that world.

It was, however, that very consideration of leaving Tobias alone that prompted him to object that notion of leaving behind everything and, in turn, everyone. Rather, he made every effort to console his Beta with the promise, false though it might be, that he was not only okay but would surely continue to be. His fingers lightly toyed with the boy's locks, that touch was fleeting and yet entirely affectionate all the same. His efforts, however, fell decidedly flat as Tobias so quickly undone all the ground he'd gained, vocalizing the truth that Tetradore was often keen to merely overlook, even if he knew it well in the very pit of his soul. His lips pressed together ever so slightly and yet, he had little argument to be had with the sole exception of the singular woman Tobias had so steadfastly dedicated himself to - Raven. The mention of the woman alone seemed to prompt the boy to pause, though this too was fleeting before he rushed away, leaving Tetradore leaning heavily upon the door of his own bedroom. He watched with a soft sigh as Tobias pulled out both a piece of paper and a pen, the man hardly had it in him to check and ensure the page was blank before Tobias started writing on it in large an uncoordinated lettering. That explanation was, he was sure, lacking and would likely only further the worry within the woman but arguing was a point he struggled with tonight.

It was with that same fatigue that Tetradore agreed to inform both Frost and his....friend of their departure, even if the man made no move to do so and had even less of an intention to follow through. It was almost a relief, how quickly Tobias was distracted as he pointed the drawer that held a great number of those car keys. A soft sigh left his lips as he sluggishly meandered over, selecting the fastest vehicle from their fleet while Tobias busied himself with delivering the handwritten note and fetching the chocolate bars left upon his sofa. He knew, innately, that their efforts to escape would hardly go as planned. After all, had Matteo not told him time and time again of their inevitable failure? Escape from this life was merely an option that was and would never be afforded to him and yet, with that hopeful look upon Tobias' features, Tetradore found himself unable to dash such dreams with his own dismal disheartenment. His gait was entirely sluggish as he made his way down those stairs that had posed such a great obstacle but a mere half an hour prior. The bright red sports car was, however, an almost welcomed sight, particularly as Tetradore all but collapsed into the leather bucket seat of the driver's side. His key fit easily into the ignition, the car rumbling to life beneath them in but mere moments.

The garage door opened to reveal that steadily lightning sky, the once obsidian sky slowly turned from navy to a brighter purple upon the horizon, promising the sun's imminent rise. Tetradore eased the sports car off of the cargo ship and onto the dock, the Ark closing readily behind them as he directed the vehicle to the most direct route out of the city. The soft touch of Tobias' fingers against his arm drew his emerald eyes towards the man, that shake of his companion's head only further baffled him. For a moment, his eyebrow rose ever so slightly. Tetradore had, admittedly, paid little attention to Risque's other employees, much less their own efforts to escape that prison of the dance club. That Tobias had not only paid heed but had also listened enough to know which way she had gone was near astounding - and yet so entirely like the deviant boy. His gaze slowly shifted to follow Tobias' hand as the boy pointed up and towards the mountains - towards the place that had once been home. It would be a year this month since he had last gone back; a year since he had last taken Frost to those charred remains. Perhaps Tobias was right. She would not expect them to go home if only because he had avoided it nearly as fiercely, never visiting it again after his first true escape attempt all those years ago when he had so foolishly thought he'd find something there more than death and decay.

A soft breath left his lips and yet he remained silent as he changed lanes, turning instead to the left as he guided the vehicle up that familiar highway and into the forest-lined roads through the mountains. The vehicle quickly began to pick up speed as nothing by asphalt spanned ahead of them, the city's silhouette cast shadows within Tetradore's rearview mirror as he glanced upwards every so often, simply watching with a muted indifference at the metropolis that shrank with every passing mile. His emerald eyes turned briefly towards his companion at the sound of Tobias' inquiry, only to flicker back to the road with a small shrug on his shoulders. "Well, we'll have to stop for gas at some point, we only have half a tank." He sighed briefly before glancing down at the dashboard. "I guess we'll just go until we feel like stopping," Tetradore responded after a moment, unsure, truly of just how far they intended to drive in some foolish effort to escape. Did they cross the entirety of the country till they saw the eastern seashore? Or did they turn south towards Argentina to flee across the entirety of the continent? Did it matter, really? When he was so undeniably certain they would hardly even get out of the state? The very thought caused his gaze to turn upwards, glancing towards the rearview mirror once again as if expecting something to be there, all the while a yawn crossed his lips.