In the library, your son sat in a chair, reading. He was quiet, unlike his twin, Dante.

Even as you approached Vergil, his eyes were glued to the book. You stood behind the chair he sat in, putting a hand on his head. He felt safe with a Parent such as yourself. You loved both sons so.. so dearly. You'd do anything.. anything to keep them safe.

"I found a new book." He says quietly, flipping another page. "It's about.. fossils.. I like it.."