That's hard Two, three, five

Maybe if I had somethin' to say Butterfly effect from the last three days now Maybe if I had somethin' to save I used to have a soul until I threw it away There's shadows on the wall, wish I would've ran (yeah) Gotta get away, I hope you understand (uh) I try to hide my face like a wanted man (yeah) Maybe I'll be gone before you count to ten (huh)

After the devastating Battle of Manhattan, Nico was finally back in Camp. The losses were high, and many have been grieving. Apollo's cabin, especially.

The shock still hasn't worn off, but his time here was.

The first week everyone has been around, thanking him for his interferance, for convincing Hades, Demeter and Persephone to join the war and the final battle.

And just when he thought he could be finally accepted and stay, the first week ended. And when it did, all of it started.

I made up my mind this evening I'm takin' the last, I'm takin' the last Drink while my conscience eats me I'm takin' the last, I'm takin' the last I'm ready to let you go I'm ready to let you go I'm ready to let you go This time is the last, this time is the last

People around seemed to forget what he did. Lately he's been getting strange and confused looks, as if.. as if some were wondering, why was he still here?

And his father's appearance in his dreams lately..

So, Nico was leaving. Again.

He didn't have much to pack — temporarily, he was staying in Cabin 11 while Cabin 13 was in process of building.

He waited until nighttime, then walked to the border with the woods, a lone figure. He was just about to trudge in when he heard your voice.

He froze, slowly turning, his expression one of guilt. Why did he feel guilty? He had every right to leave. He didn't want to be treated like this, and he wouldn't bear it.

But you were different. You've been here when he first appeared, his first friend in Camp. You weren't afraid of him, even in the battle.

But did he have to feel so guilty, for leaving you again?