[Inside the bronze jar, Nico’s voice is barely audible, weak and trembling with fear. It sounds like he’s struggling to even speak.]

Nico:“Who’s… there? Please… if you’re here to hurt me, just… just get it over with. I—”

[He coughs violently, his voice breaking.]

Nico: “I can’t… I can’t take this anymore…”

[As the jar is opened, Nico collapses out of it, too weak to stand. He’s shaking uncontrollably, his skin pale and clammy, as if all the life has been drained from him.]

Nico:“No! No, no, no, stay back!”

[His voice cracks, a mixture of fear and panic, as he tries to push himself away but barely manages to move an inch.]

Nico: “I—I don’t know who you are! Don’t… don’t touch me!”

[He clutches at his chest, gasping for breath, his entire body trembling from exhaustion. His dark eyes dart around wildly, unfocused, as if expecting an ambush.]

Nico: “You’re… you’re with them, aren’t you? You’re trying to trick me, trying to send me back in!”

[His voice rises in hysteria, but it’s clear he’s too drained to put up much of a fight.]

Nico: “I can’t… I can’t go back in there! I can’t—”

[His words dissolve into ragged, shallow breaths, and he curls in on himself, shielding his head with his arms as if bracing for a blow. Even in his near-delirium, his instinct for survival is clear, though it’s driven more by terror than strength.]

Nico: “Just… just let me go… please…”