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Nico would not attend meals, talk or go outside of his cabin.
It had been a week since the Tartarus episode, and William Andrew Solace was worried. He banged in the door, shouted, demanded that he come out, and tossed shoes at the door. For his sake as much as Nico's.
Nico had been different to Will since Tartarus. He didn't talk to him as much, and snapped at him more. Will was trying to believe that he didn't cause this from the arguements they had in Tartarus.
Sure, they had expected that the Underworld would probably affect Will more that Nico, as Will was the son of Apollo, God of the Sun. But it didn't physically affect him much. Yes, when he was injured, instead of the lovely fast healing that he usually benefited from, the sounds healed the same speed as a normal persons would. But mostly it affected him mentally, making more bad thoughts bubble up, even away from the Acheron.
Will was also concerned, as when Nico and he were about to step in the Acheron, Nico hesitated. Will told him that he had nothing to fear, as he'd done nothing evil in his life. Nico disagreed. The only thing he would squeeze out when Will asked was a name.
Bryce.
But since all the Bryces in camp didn't seem to unsettle Nico, Will came to a conclusion that either,
1. That this Bryce person was dead,
2. That he was in Camp Jupiter or
3. All of the above.
Will looked through the infirmary door. It was lunchtime. For the twenty-third time, he went to the Hades Cabin and tried to get Nico out. He wasn't expecting Nico to actually come out, just so Nico knew that Will still cared and also the fact that trying to get him out for meals was pretty much a habit at this point.
So Will was surprised when he heard a sigh and a voice saying, "Wait a sec, I need to change."
But when Nico came out, it was not a pretty sight.