"Bianca?" Nico tore through the field of ghosts, ignoring the annoyed whispers of the dead, searching only for his sister's spector. "Bianca! BIANCA!" As he reached the end of the Fields of Asphodel, he fell to his knees, right behind the border of Tartarus.
"Bianca. Bianca. Bianca. Bianca," he chanted, over and over again, as though if he said it enough times, she would appear. "BIANCA!" The shout was torn out of the back of his throat, loud and feral, raw emotions running through it. "Bianca." He bites his lip, drops his head, and cries, sobs racking his entire frame.
This was supposed to be his chance. He was supposed to find her, and bring her back from the dead. Thanatos was missing, and there was nobody to keep the dead from coming back. But nobody knew yet, and if he could only just find his big sister and take her back with him...Nobody would have noticed. He could have had Bianca back again. His sister, his only sister, his big sister...
But she was gone. Washed her thoughts away in the River of Lethe. Gone. Forever. GONE! He breathed heavily. She had left him behind, again. He was so close to saving her. So close.
Resigned, he stood up. There was nothing left for him to do here. He wiped away his tear tracks, and headed back through the Fields of Asphodel.
As he walked, he caught a glimpse of silver-laced black. Only one person he knew had that aura.
"Bianca." It was soft, hardly audible. With that, he started walking again, briskly and quickly. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he waited until she turned around. But that face...it wasn't Bianca's.
"I came to find my real sister, but she's gone. You're a daughter of Hades too. You deserve a second chance. Come with me." He held out a hand, and she took it.
Leading her out into the sunlight, he smiled sadly.
"You have to find your way to camp by yourself. Goodbye, Hazel." He slunk into the shadows, and disappeared, appearing again in some field, far out, where nobody could hear him. There, he sat and sobbed. Bianca was gone. Gone forever