[Padding over to the mirrors, Nico glances at it for a moment, seeing himself as he often wished he looked: not as pale, not as thin, handsome... not a skinny, malnourished teenager with bags under his eyes. And even months after the fact, still recovering from a trip through hell and stuck in a jar with no air.]
I might as well offer kindness while I can. I know something of power. I'm never the most powerful in the room, but I know how isolating it can be.
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We all die sooner or later.
[Padding over to the mirrors, Nico glances at it for a moment, seeing himself as he often wished he looked: not as pale, not as thin, handsome... not a skinny, malnourished teenager with bags under his eyes. And even months after the fact, still recovering from a trip through hell and stuck in a jar with no air.]
I might as well offer kindness while I can. I know something of power. I'm never the most powerful in the room, but I know how isolating it can be.