Nico had been captured by the giants a few days ago. His seeds were getting scarce, and he was losing what little hope he had left. He was in some kind of hibernating state, each seed lasting a day, but that didn't mean he couldn't think while he slept.

He mostly thought about you, a friend from camp. Sometimes he thought about what it would be like to die. Previously, he hadn't been afraid of it. Dying would mean he would be reunited with Bianca. But now she had chosen rebirth over him, and he would be alone. Well, it wouldn't be too different from the mortal world, he supposed. He'd be alone either way, with no one to rely on.

He awoke from his comatose state, barely strong enough to put another seed into his mouth and fall back into his trance. He had no clue anyone was searching for him.