"I'll get it!" Nico cried, running into his cabin. He jumped on his bed and began sifting through the dirty clothes and other junk. He was looking for his girlfriends sword, which she had left the last time she had been in there. She now needed it for capture the flag. He continued to search for a while, but all he came up with was the realization he needed to clean his room. He knocked a bag off the shelf next to his bed in the process, spilling the contents all over the cabin floor. Cursing in an undertone, he slid off his bed to pick them up. His breath caught in his throat when he realized what was spread all over the floor. Mythomagic cards, strewn all over, like memories he had stored away in the crevices of his mind. And just like the cards, the memories had resurfaced. He picked up the Zeus card. It's surface was marred by one black dot. Nico ran his thumb over the dot, remembering its origin.

Bianca had spilled her nail polish on that card. He had been so mad it had taken him days to her again. She had apologized, but he hadn't accepted.

Now he regretted that.

The Hades card was no better. He had angered her in some way he didn't remember, and she had thrown it on the ground and stamped on it, leaving a boot impression on the card.

The cards were all memories. She had thrown some at him in a fit of rage, shown them to her friends, even taken them as hostages to get what she wanted. They had never really forgiven each other for the mistakes and anger that circulated around each card. He had never told her he was sorry. How could he know if she forgave him?

"Nico?"

Brooke called. He didn't move.

"Nico, did you find my sword?"

She was coming. Nico the bronze hilt of her sword. Oh, now he found it?

"Nico?"

Brooke opened the door. She understood what was happening the second she saw him curled on the floor, staring at a pile of cards. She knelt down slowly next to him and put her hand on his.

"Nico?" she asked quietly. He stared at the cards.

"Nico," she sighed. "Would she want you to sit around? I don't think so. She loved you, I love you, and that gives us something in common. And I want you to move on, and be happy, and my money's on her wanting the same thing. So will you please come outside?" she finished her small speech with a hopeful look. He turned his head slowly to look at her.

"You're right."

"I know, I'm always right." she joked, relief flooding off her. He laughed softly, the spark back in his obsidian eyes.

And Brooke was happy if he was happy.