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“...it’s good to have you back, old friend.” stygian iron may be forged of one of the most lethal substances known to the gods, but that doesn’t sway nico in any way-- in fact, it’s a comfort to have his blade in his hands again, even if the normally familiar hum of it’s power is gone. it still has a wicked edge, and that combined with nico’s vast knowledge of swordplay makes it a far more suitable weapon than that damn stick he was saddled with upon arriving here.

but it’s also a reminder of home. it’s a bittersweet thing to have returned, but much of the edge nico has been on, feeling unsafe without his most trusted weapon strapped to his hip, has receded. he’ll be okay. he can defend himself, now. he doesn’t have to run anymore.

“i’m not letting you go again.”