Nico (pg. 130:The Blood of Olympus)
Barrachina Courtyard
Nico had torn apart the courtyard in rage when he found out that the hunters had taken reyna. Well, it was ALOT more than just "torn apart".
Nico tried to make the most of his unconciousness. I'm the son of Hades. He thought. The darkness is my friend, the pain is nothing, the darkness is my birthright. He roamed by his usual fragments of painful memories. He saw the day he met Percy Jackson. He protected him and Bianca from a monster. He had forgotten what it looked like through Percy's sea-green eyes in which were becoming all he remembered of that moment. Percy was his favorite game, mythomagic, brought to life, he really knew that he liked him, but any chance Nico had with him was futile. Percy loved annabeth now.
What made Thalia Grace any different? She was a hunter...she was gone. Just like Bianca...No... He didn't want to go THAT far into his memories. It would only burden him with wants and regrets.
Nico was curious of what was going on in Thalia's dreams. He knew it was practically an invasion of privacy, but he was selfish, fourteen, and he wanted to know so badly if she was safe. Or at least, alive. He wanted to see her face at least once. He never saw her since the Battle of Manhattan, but he had always thought of her and wondered why. He felt as if he was wasting his life if he didn't see her face at least once a day.
Sadly he wasn't even sure she knew he existed. He wasn't sure ANYONE knew he existed. Not Percy. Not Thalia. No one. The way he saw it, it went two ways in Camp Half-Blood; he was noticed and hated for being himself, or he wasn't noticed at all. His popularity after he saved manhattan from an army of Giants only lasted a week, and then everyone forgot about it. They'd only given him looks that said: "Oh yeah, That's right. You're still here?"
Nico delved deep into Thalia's memories. He was being a young and stupid, stubborn boy who didn't care about anything else. All he cared about was finding out what she thought of him and how SHE saw him. He ventured around the darkest and smallest memories; probably where he belonged in EVERYONE's mind. He found the memories she had during the first prophecy.
As he expected, she only saw him as the stupid geeky kid with the Mythomagic cards that she saved along with Percy. She vaquely noticed him, as she was focused on Annabeth's supposed-death. He really doubted that she had even a hint of liking some ten-year old at the time. It was hopeless, just like it was with Percy. The age gap was too strange.
Maybe, he still has a chance? He was fourteen now, and was supposed to be in high-school. It was a normal thing now in his teen years right? What was he thinking? It's hopeless, he'll never be with her, not while he has priorities...
His mission was one priority, the other...was getting overcoming his insecure sense of inferiority, his grudges, and finding a meaning to his life.