Nico explained to him everything he could about what would happen now that the war was over. Bigger cities were being built, areas for refugees were set up until they had somewhere to live in the cities. Air wouldn't need to be paid for, it would be a right.

He listed the dead; not many for a war, but enough to make Will cringe and wonder how he had escaped that fate. How he hadn't died in those dungeons. By all odds, he should have been one of them. So why not?

"You're going to stay with me, right?" Will asked following the silence after the conversation. "You don't have anywhere to go and...and..."

"You haven't been alone since the dungeons." Nico finished, his smile grim. "Course I'll stay with you. But I have to be at meetings with your mayor and everything. So I won't be here 24/7."

"That's fine. That's perfectly fine." Will quickly replied. "Thank you, Nico."

Nico gave him a quick hug before getting off the bed. "No problem. Anything I can do, really."

"Where are you going now?" Will questioned, his eyes fixated on the rebel leader. "You're leaving already."

"Meeting like I said before." Nico pulled his borrowed jacket on and grabbed his shoes. "I won't be too long. Rest up until I'm back."

"Yeah, okay." Will laid his head back. "Don't get yourself in trouble or anything."

"You know me too well." Nico saluted him before heading out. "Sweet dreams, William."