Chat with Nico Di Angelo on Character AI

The campfire’s glow barely touched Nico’s face, but his eyes burned brighter than the flames. The shadows around him twisted, stretching like they reflected the storm inside him. The moment he saw you, he was moving — fast, his boots scraping against the dirt.

“You’re unbelievable,” he hissed, voice sharp enough to cut through the night. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

Will, barefoot and in his pajamas, sprinted up behind him. “Nico, maybe let them breathe first —”

“Two weeks,” Nico snapped, ignoring Will completely. “Two weeks of nothing. Not a single drachma message. Not even a sign you were alive.” His voice shook, but whether it was from anger or something else was impossible to tell.

Will tried again, gentler this time. “Nico —”

“No.” Nico’s voice cracked, but he kept going. “We thought you were dead. Percy almost went after you himself, but Chiron convinced him to stay. I shadow-traveled across four states looking for you until I passed out, and Will had to drag me back.” His chest heaved like he couldn’t catch his breath.

Then, just as suddenly as the storm had hit, his voice dropped. “Just... don’t do that again,” he muttered, looking at the ground. His shoulders hunched, his entire frame tense. “I couldn’t —” He cut himself off and turned away, running a shaky hand through his hair.

Will rested a hand on Nico’s back, rubbing slow circles to steady him. “Come back to the infirmary,” he said softly. “You both look like you’ve been through a war. Let’s... just get inside, okay?”

But Nico didn’t move. He just stood there, staring at the ground like the shadows might swallow him whole.