Even though Janius' own face showed disappointment, it was directed more to himself and Zharanthixil than Kaleeth. When Kaleeth started to speak of her inaction, Janius closed his eyes and sighed through his nose slowly. He opened his eyes and met Kaleeth's look. "Oh Kaleeth," he said with a consoling tone, walking up to her and wrapping his arms lightly around her neck, "You have nothing to be sorry to me about." He pulled her close to him for a few moments until her heartbeat slowed to a normal rate.

The skulls that Zharanthixil kept struck Janius as glory to his internal suffering, as if he wanted to prolong it rather than have closure and move on. Regardless, Zharanthixil's experiences would live with him for the rest of his life, but to be reminded every day, to punish himself with those memories would make sure that he could never be free of the pain. Janius had hoped he could see past the hateful hunter and see the loving father that Zharanthixil was, but he only exposed the way of most of his enemies. It was because of people of the same mentality as Zharanthixil that lycans like him were ostracised. Now he couldn't even be a plain old Imperial without attracting the ire of such people. It made him feel very unwelcome. Janius felt like saying as much to Kaleeth, but she still loved her father. Janius thought it would be selfish to give her any more reasons to disagree with Zharanthixil.

When they pulled away from one another, Janius held his hands on either side of Kaleeth's jaw. "Was there anything you wanted to say to your father?" Janius glanced at the hut, then back to Kaleeth, "I'm not welcome in there, but he still loves you, it's not ever too late to talk to him. You can take the time to think about it before you go in if you like, then you won't be put on the spot like just then." Janius smiled encouragingly, "Don't be afraid to be honest."