It had started with the eyes.
Razputin had always taken after his mother where his personality was concerned, but physically, their eyes had been the one trait they shared. Even now, years after Ona's death, Augustus could still see a part of her in their son's eyes… which made the current situation rather ironic.
One other thing that had been apparent from the very beginning was that Raz was a telepath like his father, instead of an excelling clairvoyant, as Ona had been. But here the older psychic was, seeing the world from a much shorter viewpoint, due to the younger's creative usage of his abilities.
Experimentally, Augustus flexed his right hand, and was rather surprised when he was able to see the action himself. Sure, it was an interesting experience, but there was one thing that he simply didn't understand.
"Why?"
"Well, you asked for it." Raz replied, the effect that the comment created stunning his father into silence again. The Psychonaut rolled his eyes, which didn't help Augustus, any. "This is how you really look to me."
The elder acrobat remained silent for a spell, taking in the rest of what there was to be seen. He smiled upon reaching a conclusion.
"You really do have your mother's eyes."
Immediately, Augustus found himself ejected from Raz's mind, apparently for the sole purpose of being able to see the semi-glare he was receiving from his son… and he found himself unable to resist the temptation of saying just one more thing.
"Her temper, too."