Olive bites her lip, shifting to sit beside him, her head on his shoulder. She hates not having an answer for him, but there probably isn't one out there in any world, not for this, and all she knows how to do is be close. It hurts, knowing someone she loves has to go through this, that she can't protect her friends, but at least she can be here for him.

"I don't think anyone really knows how to deal with it," she says. "What was he like? Your brother."