Moonspear long in tooth and soul

When it came to the talk of more children, he pondered. While he had never put much thought in becoming a father, there were parts of such he found rewarding. There were core principles that he could not go back on, and it had shaped his world more than he had anticipated. But would there be more? He couldn't say, and found that his own opinions towards the notion were dry and lacking; there was too much that would fill the gaps between, and more work to be done to align Hydra's visions with reality.

"We haven't discussed it yet," he said in way of deflecting. "The choice isn't mine any more than it is your sister's, and our children are still young as it is." He paced it thoughtfully, finding the even ground to be most considerate in lieu of others. Whether they did or did not—either seemed quite fine by him. He had not faltered in rising to the occasion, amd she had not failed in rearing them.

"Time will tell, and if she seeks to have me then we shall see," he went on passively. "Though I am curious if Alya will settle in the coming year. She's rather taken with tbat fellow of hers, isn't she?" He smiled thinly. "She seemed to enjoy our quartet quite a bit."