The Will grins, as if he like explaining. "Well, all of me, my brothers and my sisters, we're all Will. I'm hoping to get called something like Will of the Stars, or Will of Fate, but I don't think I'll manage to stand out enough to get a name like that."<br/><br/>He offers the flute, so Noriko can look at it better, although he's quite possessive of it, almost flinching if she takes it, almost desperately unwilling to part with it even just to let somebody feel and see it up close. "This is a Will's flute. It's our connection to Father, and Father's father. And through them, to Mother."