The sun began to slowly rise as the torch began to go out. Wilson and Willow hadn't spoken since they had their argument, and the tension in the air only just began to die down.

Wilson didn't feel very sorry, but he sensed Willow did. Her constant side glances at him were like a subtle apology, pleading for forgiveness. But he didn't show any sign of forgiving her. He felt cold again, not in a literal sense, but in more of a metaphorical way. Bitter anger lay under his seemingly calm facade.

Of course, Wilson wasn't the social type. He resented conversation because he felt it wasted time and effort. Something that could be put to better use in building or making Winter. But no, socialization was a key component of being a God.

Willow, in a way, was similar. At least how he saw it. She had a temper that had a shorter fuse than dynamite. Conversation wasn't her strong point. One wrong thing you say and you're most likely going to get your hair lit on fire.

None of that temper showed now, however. Just a piteous young woman that had lost near everything. Her power, her title, even her dignity. That seemed to sting her the most.

Wilson, however, didn't lose much. The only thing valuable he lost was his powers and Staff. He had no pride or even friends. He didn't think they were important. Not in his head, at least.

The rivalry between the Gods was rather subtle. Wolfgang and Webber, The Twins and Winona, and, what a surprise, Wilson and Willow. But Maxwell never really had a rival. Not once did he say he disliked someone or attack any of them. Some of the Gods said that he was his own rival. Constantly in an internal battle with himself, explaining some of his unstableness. But why now, of all times, did it get out of hand?

These were some of the things that Wilson thought about. Some of the many things he asked himself. Why now, of all times? Yes, that question bugged him the most.

Lost in thought, Wilson, of course, did not see where he was going and ran into a tree. Willow turned, shocked at first, but then burst out into laughter. The former Ice God pulled away from the tree, holding his face and glaring at Willow, mentally slapping himself again. Gods, this is embarrassing...

Willow eventually stopped laughing, wiping a tear that managed to slip from her eye. "Wilson, you should make sure the tree is okay too!" She started laughing again at her stupid comment.

Wilson sighed wearily. Queen of Umbra, help me...