Nico has had enough. He can't take this anymore. The pain. The flashbacks. The deaths. He can't do this anymore.
So he decided to end it. Nico had his Stygian sword in his hands, pointing toward his chest.
But before he continued, he remembered something. Someone. Bianca.
What would Bianca think of him right now? Would she be sad of Nico, or disappointed?
He decided not to dwell on it, as he had already chosen to give up in life.
He brings his onyx black sword back to his chest. And without a second doubt, he plunges it.
He doesn't feel anything. Or see anything. All he knew is that he heard a voice before everything went black. A soft, melancholic voice that seemed familiar to him.
"Why Nico? Why my little soldatino?"
Hey Guyss!! I hope you guys liked this headcannon. I made this one myself, and i kind of based it of "Soldatino" by Paola Bennet.
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