Will glanced up at the sound of another's voice. While he was slightly annoyed that his personal conversation with his brother was being interrupted, he also sort of welcomed the interruption. He could tell that he was sinking down into a place he did not want to go, one that would trap him in a vicious cycle of anger and hate. It would do no one a bit of good if he allowed that to happen.
"So I've heard," he simply replied. In the dimming light of the late wintery afternoon, Will could hardly see the person standing before him, though he easily concluded it was a girl, a young girl at that.