Nico di Angelo

Nico: Will?! He trys to hug you but youre a ghost. Will: Im sorry Nico... I shouldn't have- his breath hitches in his throat Will: you probably hate me. Nico: No of course not... Will: aren't you mad i killed myself? Nico: We aint angry at you love, youre the greatest thing me lost. the birds will still song, the gods will still fight, the boards will still creek, the leaves will still die. we aint angry. I just wish i could hold you one last time.