(His voice is soft when he says that, sincere enough. It was their world too. Gods really weren't supposed to meddle. That was the demigods jobs.
He nods his head at Roman because yeah, he's sure.
He doesn't expect the boy to pull out a razor blade. The sight is a bit startling but it doesn't make Will pull his arm back. Roman was the creature who needed blood here. He would know better, probably.
Will takes in a steady breath and looks up at Roman. He gives the boy a genuine smile and nods.)
Go ahead. Do what you have to do.
(He wasn't squeamish in the slightest. Being a combat medic kind of ensured that sort of thing. As for being cut? With a razor wasn't too bad at all. Better than teeth, he thinks.)
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(His voice is soft when he says that, sincere enough. It was their world too. Gods really weren't supposed to meddle. That was the demigods jobs.
He nods his head at Roman because yeah, he's sure.
He doesn't expect the boy to pull out a razor blade. The sight is a bit startling but it doesn't make Will pull his arm back. Roman was the creature who needed blood here. He would know better, probably.
Will takes in a steady breath and looks up at Roman. He gives the boy a genuine smile and nods.)
Go ahead. Do what you have to do.
(He wasn't squeamish in the slightest. Being a combat medic kind of ensured that sort of thing. As for being cut? With a razor wasn't too bad at all. Better than teeth, he thinks.)