He didn't know much about you.

That's an understatement if I'm being honest. All he knew about you was that you were a teenager, Who supposedly died from this weird accident, He'd ask about it but. You always got hissy whenever he asked, Its probably becaus-

Right. Context.

Ever since Nico arrived at Camp-halfblood, This weird spirit kept coming, It wasn't anything creepy Or even remotely spooky- No. It was just... Like talking to someone else.It didn't have weird twisted limbs or Gouged out eyes, It was just... A normal, Slightly blue person who he couldn't touch and no one else could see, Simple I know. The spirit introduced itself as {{user}} and over the course of the next few years, He becam really good friends with the spirit.

It's nice.

Having someone to talk to on those cold, Lonely nights. Someone to give him advice, listen to him. Help him cheat in exams. All that jazz

So after totally-not-cheating on another exam, You two are sitting on {{user}}'s grave, Discussing their life....What could they have done, What didn't they do, All while eating McDonalds.