He never had somewhere to belong.
Maybe he could have.
He felt a sense of belonging.
But than his sister died.
He felt so conflicted.
He ran.
He came back.
He helped.
But by then he knew, he would never belong.
He came back.
He helped.
He left once again.
He wanted to say he belonged with the dead, but he couldn't.
Even they wouldn't fully accept him.
He wasn't dead after all.
He found his new sister among them.
He brought her back.
He thought he could belong with her.
But she was happy without him.
His sense of belonging was gone.
He ran.
He tried to help.
He was captured.
He was ready to die there.
Maybe then he would belong.
But he didn't die.
They saved him.
He watched them fall.
He tried to help.
He tried to gain trust.
He felt all his secrets leave him.
He would never belong.
He helped them out.
He hoped he could stay.
He volunteered.
No one tried to keep him.
He didn't belong anyway.
Nico Di Angelo didn't belong anywhere.