Aster's POV:

I sighed as I watched my best friend through the window.

I wished I could calm him down. Stop his frenzy.

As Praetor and daughter of Jupiter, I could do a lot of things.

But I'd never been good at being in charge.

I wished Tony's eyes would go back to his serious gray or nervous blue. Chocolate only indicated bad things. Chocolate meant the voices had taken over again.

He looked at me and smiled, for a moment his eyes went back to his natural serious, stony gray, then it was back to chocolate.

I wanted to cry.

I turned around, I couldn't stand it anymore. I wouldn't stay here and watch my friend silently suffer, I'd go some where else and pretend it wasn't happening. There was nothing I could do. Tony was, interesting. He was a born leader and good with giving commands, he was the one who would know what to do with this situation, if it was about anyone else. But it wasn't about anyone else. It was about him.

I flew off, wishing there was anything I could do to help him. I was freaking out now, and I would be of no help when I was freaking out. I needed to calm down. Then I could think things through. Maybe even be able to figure things out. But I wasn't holding my breath on the latter.