It was stupid.
Caesarion was completely aware his actions were foolhardy, reckless, moronic, far too risky or whatever other things he could almost hear Tria hurling at him. Though really he'd probably cry with relief just to hear her say almost anything if he were honest. He should have headed to Rome first, should have gotten Selene and Helios out to safety. The gods only knew Helios was already on borrowed time, Octavian has a lot of things but no fool. He wouldn't let a son of Antony's live to adulthood, and at almost 13 now his little brother was on the cusp. His sister too was in danger of being married off to some vile friend of the pretenders, and he knew they had to get out however reckless that plan also was.
He'd told them to stop though, persuaded them to halt a while in Alexandria. They'd arrived that very evening, just as the darkness was beginning to descend on the city. That served his purpose though, the less anyone saw of him the better. Caesarion had briefly thought to run straight to the temple to try and find Tria, though he wasn't sure he could let her go again if he did. But the later it got the worse of an idea that was, he could do that in the morning. Thankfully she was safe, no one knowing who she was, and now he was in the same city again.
Instead he went to the mausoleum....and it had been hard. Not getting to it, that was made much easier by the night and some well practised sneaking with an all encompassing cloak to hide his highly recognizable face. Going in there was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his barely 20 years of life. It wasn't them in there, not truly. No marble box could contain the force his family had been, and he'd fallen down to his knees when he'd touched his mother's and wept. He'd know he couldn't stay long though, and he pressed his hand to the cold marble and once again swore again an oath of vengeance.
The doors shut behind him and he placed a hand on them in farewell again, turning to leave only to hiss a muffled curse when he did. There was someone there. A small child by the looks of it, but where there was a child that small the parents would follow. But who on Earth would be here at this time of night, in his mother's resting place? He'd hoped to meld back into the shadows and sneak away unseen, but the childish shout of "Hey! What are you doing you grave robber" stopped him.
Caesarion tried not to snort at the accusation, he had to get away and fast. "I'm not a grave robber, I'm simply....someone very devoted to the Goddess paying his respects," he settled on, hearing a faint noise behind the boy indicating someone else was coming. He couldn't quite see the boy well at this distance, but he could have sworn he had a toy sword or something in his hands. "I'll go little warrior, and you can forget I was ever here."