text: —
  
  The man offers him a kind smile .
  
   . . .
  
    𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 . . . ?
  
  but unlike the common, the man was rather more calmer; paler, eyes in hues of pale grays like ice.
  
  lifeless.
  
  still, Janus sat there while Peter held his father.
  
  “ —𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...”
  
  —