It was so profoundly cool and so utterly weird to watch his dad use his powers, powers he gave Will. He'd spent a lot of time with him as Lester, a lot of time with him in dreams or in brief stints on Olympus but, this was possibly the most time he'd really spent with him as Apollo. Will looked over at Apollo with almost hero worship in his eyes. So cool, his dad was so cool. Will reached out and took the syringe back.

"Honestly, I was just trying to replicate what I did with Nyx. I was just so angry and upset and I wasn't really thinking when I did it. It just sort of happened. Like a reflex? I suppose that's not going to work because each illness probably feels different."

Will stopped, concentrating, trying to remember what he had done, felt, how he had done it. He scrunched up his nose for a moment. " It felt like anger and loneliness, like I was trying to reach for all the negative emotions I'd ever experienced. Kind of the opposite I guess to how I feel when I heal someone." Which made sense.