AN: Random drabble- 100 words. Mostly for my own entertainment… There's a backstory, but I'm leaving it to your imagination. Review?
Admitting
Nico di Angelo hated admitting that he was wrong or scared or anything. He hated needing help, and don't get him started on the 'oh-you-poor-little-boy' look. So there was no way he was going to admit this was harder than he'd thought it would be.
Saying goodbye, that is.
"Are you sure we can't do anything? It was an accident…" He trailed off sadly, turning to the person—or rather, god standing next to him.
For once, Hades looked regretful. "It is done."
He melted into the shadows without another word.
Nico cast one last look at the shrouds, then walked away.