[ The girl shifts to the side and a woman appears next to her - all three of them look so much alike that it's easy to tell that they're all related. A mother and her children. Nico doesn't even glance over his shoulder at the pair, only because if he does then he knows he won't be able to look away.

For now his attention is focused on the other teen male in front of him. He knows what it means to lose people, to see others fall before his very own eyes. Surely Nico will have to bear witness to that again at some point in the near future.

But he also knows what the dead are like. Some are vengeful and wish horrible things on others, sure. Not all though. Nico also knows what its like to not get a chance to say goodbye to someone. ]

The only way it could possibly be your fault is if you were the one who struck him down. Sometimes... being unable to save someone feels as if it's our fault they end up hurt or dead.

[ His voice is rough, almost as if he's afraid to voice that out loud. Dark shadows gather at his feet. ]