If There Was A Plan Made

Novaro was not one to wear his heart on a sleeve, and it would seem he had failed to bond with his children, but he knew it was he who let them down. Though, now that they were beginning to grow he felt no need to baby and coddle them, he feared if he did they would be weak, and he needed them to be so much more. He would take a moment to circle his son, listening to his response, it would seem Dione was already drilling thoughts into there heads, perfect for them. A soft, short lasting smile would show upon his thin lips, " Is that so..." He would let a moment of silence slip between them, before going straight to the next subject. " I expect great things from you Necrosis, I want you to be strong... to be able to fend for yourself, you will not be young forever." Novaro would personally train him, though was he to young to truly learn? He would soon find out. Perhaps he should just start out with basic defenses. He would attempt to stand in front of his son, waiting for his response.