Nico knew it was stupid to talk to Bianca.
To pretend she could hear him even though he, of all people, knew she was gone. He hated himself for it. It was one of the many things on the list of why he was such a stupid ass person but, he kept doing it. He would sit up at night and look at the moon pretending she was there and that they were just sitting there together.
The rigging of the Argo 2 was as good a place as any to think of his sister.
He wondered sometimes if the reborn dreamt of their past lives and if whoever Bianca had become was dreaming of him.
Thinking this sometimes made him feel better but like any time Nico felt better it all felt ten times worse when he came to his senses.
Bianca was dead and, not only dead but, gone. She had run away from him again. He wondered often if he had done something to piss her off. He wondered if the reason she had left him twice was so that she could get away from him. He wondered she had just gotten mad about having to take care of him or if she genuinely didn't like him.
He had been dumped by his own sister not once but, twice: first for an immortal girls club then for rebirth.
He thought sometimes he was just being stupid and that Bianca hadn't meant to hurt him but other times when he was in the underworld and Persephone was gone and it was just him and his dad he hated her.
And yet, he still found himself coming back every night to tell her he missed her, to tell her his fears his hopes in the hope that she could hear him.
But, of course, she couldn't. She was dead. She was gone. And he knew she wasn't coming back.