He's standing on Half Blood Hill, watching the darkness overtake the sun. In some ways, it reminds him of his sister. Nico walks past a mirror, his reflection a stark contrast from his old self. Gone was the boy of Westover Hall, the smiling innocent boy. He died on the day the metal monster crushed his sister.

Nico di Angelo has wasted away into practically nothing, holding onto his unreliable memories for brief glimpses of his sister. He lays down on his bed in the Hades Cabin. He may have fooled the others, because there was no way he could forget about her. There was no way he could stop trying to find a way to bring her back. His eyes close but sleep doesn't find him easily.

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Half Blood Hill was the same way it looked the day he left it. But there is a difference. Bianca is standing on the hill in front of him.

"Hello Nico."

Her smile was blinding, his heart broke. How low had he stooped? But beggars couldn't be choosers. He runs into her arms savoring her embrace. The embrace he had longed for so long.

"I'm sorry I died."