[ For the moment, Nico isn't even seeing Sasuke though he's vaguely aware of the presence of another nearby. His eyes are completely fixed on the flames as they burn the flowers into a pile of ash. The fire itself hadn't been bad in Tartarus - more a place for healing amongst the dangerous monsters that lived there. For days it had been the one thing that kept him alive against all odds, allowed him to survive physical wounds until he was eventually captured.
The memories of his time in Tartarus still linger even now, haunting him in his sleep and causing many sleepless nights. Sometimes the trauma affected him when he was awake like he was now. Especially in the face of an incident that reminds him of his experience so much.
Lost in the horror that lingers in his mind, Nico doesn't quite register that Sasuke's returned to this side of the now-burned field. Not until the other turns toward him with abrupt movements and that has the teen tensing - sword raising a few inches as if preparing to defend himself. Barely remembering to breathe.
While he doesn't attack, it takes him a minute to realize that the creature standing in front of him isn't a Titan or a Giant or one of the thousands of dangerous monsters that "live" in Tartarus but a human being. Granted a human with an unusual skill. It's the voice that snaps him out of his waking nightmare and his eyes clearing back into focus, sword arm dropping to hang limply at his side even though Nico keeps hold of his weapon.
His whole body shudders as if shaking the ordeal from his bones, his voice is quiet and weary. ] Hopefully it doesn't grow back the instant we turn our backs.
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The memories of his time in Tartarus still linger even now, haunting him in his sleep and causing many sleepless nights. Sometimes the trauma affected him when he was awake like he was now. Especially in the face of an incident that reminds him of his experience so much.
Lost in the horror that lingers in his mind, Nico doesn't quite register that Sasuke's returned to this side of the now-burned field. Not until the other turns toward him with abrupt movements and that has the teen tensing - sword raising a few inches as if preparing to defend himself. Barely remembering to breathe.
While he doesn't attack, it takes him a minute to realize that the creature standing in front of him isn't a Titan or a Giant or one of the thousands of dangerous monsters that "live" in Tartarus but a human being. Granted a human with an unusual skill. It's the voice that snaps him out of his waking nightmare and his eyes clearing back into focus, sword arm dropping to hang limply at his side even though Nico keeps hold of his weapon.
His whole body shudders as if shaking the ordeal from his bones, his voice is quiet and weary. ] Hopefully it doesn't grow back the instant we turn our backs.