"I'm sorry." Anthony placed the palm of his hand on Percy's shoulder, attempting to comfort him. It couldn't have been easy losing someone like a brother, or anyone at all for that matter. So far, Anthony had been lucky, his little sister hadn't started school yet and the rest of his family were safe as far as he was aware. Sure he mother was supposedly a blood traitor, but she hadn't really been hunted yet for marrying his father. "At least he's a-alive and well here, yeah?"
For a moment, Anthony paused to think about that. He had been ripped from the battle, and if someone here knew how it ended already, then it must have ended. And did he really want that kind of surprise? Waiting and waiting to find out, hoping that no one here would know and let the end slip? No, he wanted to know, it would be better that way. At least, that's what he hoped. "Y-yes."