Out with the old

Crux didn't need to be happy, but he also didn't need to make it anyone else's problem. Frankly he wasn't even sure he had a real problem with his nephew taking over, he just didn't know if he trusted him either. Basilisk had never been anywhere near as bad as his father but Crux wasn't exactly close with much of his family and he'd had more than enough reasons to avoid getting too close to Azure's kids for much of his early life. Still he'd give his nephew a fair chance. Crux knew more than well enough that you couldn't expect a son to be like father. Just look at him.

But also he was in the process of trying to get his thoughts about his father sorted. He'd never really grieved his mother, not properly at least, and he wasn't sure he'd even know how to do that when the time came for his old man. Sirius hadn't been perfect, a bit too permissive of his eldest in Crux's opinion but he was still the only remaining parent Crux had... And he was just barely an adult... Crux watched his father's caravan leave, having said his goodbyes... Not certain there would be a welcome home. Finally as the atmosphere shifted he sighed and turned his attention to his nephew. He wanted to bring his worries up soon as possible but he wanted to give Basalisk the space of privacy when he did that, so for now he just looked at his new warlord. From where he was Crux could not see Kite's expression, he couldn't know just what was going to happen.

"Speech"