"Nico? Dude, where are you? I can't see a thing!"
"Who's Nico?"
"I'm Nico, Harry."
"Er. Right."
"So anyway, dad told me to tell you guys that you aren't dead yet."
"WHAT?"
"Bloody hell."
"Yeah… Oh, and Fierra's dead."
"Why?"
"The death of the Two of Destiny caused her demise, because making at least one of you the Ultima was her only purpose left. Let's just say she's disposable. One use only."
"Oh."
"Wait… Nico person… I thought you just said we aren't dead?"
"You aren't."
"Fu-"
"We're confused."
"The core of life is purpose. We're all disposable. We're given a use in life, and we are only permitted to die once we fulfill that purpose. Most humans are only given one purpose – to live. But you two are special."
"Meaning, our purpose is to save the world."
"Isn't that fulfilled yet? Honestly, I want to see my parents."
"Sorry, Harry. Your purpose is not fully fulfilled yet."
"Don't tell me we have to beat up another bad guy. Kronos and Fuego and Fierra were enough."
"Voldemort, too."
"You are given one final purpose. To live. Each and every one of us is given that purpose. You two never really got the chance. So it's given to you now."
"You sound all wise and stuff."
"Shut it, Percy."
"There's another light!"
"Go to it. Return to the living. And Harry – You'll meet them someday. I promise."
"Thanks."