Will swung his legs off the bed, waiting for a dart to come his way, holding his thin pillow as a shield. "He's off his rocker," he exclaimed, preparing himself to move if need be. "There's no reasoning with him!" He glanced across into Tuck's cell, and tried to eye up if he could nab one of the darts that missed, hold onto it as a fraction of a weapon to fight back. He tried to mime to Tuck to keep hold of as many as he could.