The soft words at the mention of his sister and sister-in-law almost made him crack. Guilian had his mouth half open to ask after them all, but knew it was for the best if they stayed away. He didn't want any of them to see him like this.
"I have made my decisions, father. I know what it is that I must do, and I won't return home. I am committed to the Lestrange's cause, and I will see it through until it ends. I know you want that power and glory for the Montague family, father." His eyes twinkled with the mention of power, and in spite of the dour look his father gave, he knew that if the Lestranges won the war with Guilian by their side, he'd want a taste of that victory.
But then Don stood, and was suddenly banishing him from his home. Again, he'd all but expected that, and the pipedream of heading back to the solitude of the lakehouse was now even further away.
He wasn't sure if his father's parting words were something of a curse, but he simply nodded and watched as Don strode away, not willing to let the defeat show in his face, or in his demeanour.
"Goodbye, father." He muttered quietly into his glass, staring out of the window as the sun suddenly went behind a cloud. He could not be certain if it was the last time he would see Don, or any of his family for that matter. Their sentimental streak meant that perhaps someone else might attempt to reach out to him again, and he'd only have to act cold and numb for them as well.
It was for their own good. As far as they were concerned, they were better off thinking Guiliano Romeo Donatello Montague was dead.