The boy, Nico di Angelo, had been in the infirmary the first time this happened. Another of Will's siblings had died; he hadn't been able to save him. Another light in his world was gone.

He broke down like the faulty machine he believed himself to be. Everything he had been holding inside of him since the end of the war, he just let out. For what felt like hours to anyone watching, Will screamed and kicked. He threw medical supplies across the room.

Anyone who walked by must have thought it was a patient; nobody ever suspected that it was Will.

No one knew, except for Nico di Angelo, the boy standing in the corner of the room, unsure of what to do.