[ a huffed laugh escapes nico and it lacks humor. when he looks back over at kavinsky, it's with a haunted look. normal oil-slick eyes look more like cracked glass and when his gaze shifts away again, he begins fiddling with the silver skull ring on his forefinger. beneath him, the floor trembles a little. ]

Get back at a god? You're kidding, right? You saw what happened. The most I could do was hold him in place for a while.

[ his lips twist in a mild sneer, but it's not directed towards the other boy. ]

Granted, I was weakened at the time. Maybe if I ever had to face him again... But it doesn't matter now. I got what I wanted from him.