Will looked as if he were almost dead, his arm draping over his face and his black hair covered and tangled in mud as he lay in the stable. 'look after her,' he heard Jem's voice echoing in his ears. Will's fingers traced around the fading Parabatai rune, it was his only memory of Jem left on him, and he wished it was still there. Nothing mattered anymore to Will. Jem was dead, Mortiman had taken Tessa, there was no one else for him to love. He couldn't bare to see his family, that would just cause more pain. Everyone had been taken from him, everyone who had cared. Will wished that he could curl up in a ball, so small that nobody could see him and die. No more fighting, no more pain, no more war. At least Jem had some one beside him as he died. Will just wanted to fall into a deep sleep, right here, right now and never wake up.