[ another sigh and nico can't help but frown. because kavinsky, of all people, is right. a realization that annoys nico more than it probably should. he wants to argue, talk about self sacrifice and how it's sometimes necessary, but he gets the feeling it's not something kavinsky could easily understand. for whatever reason. and it's not as though he doesn't like being wrong. it's that he doesn't like being wrong over something like death and life. it's supposed to be his purvey, his territory of understanding. he still remembers his father's stern figure in the chapel in portugal, telling him that some deaths can't be prevented and that some deaths shouldn't. how could kavinsky ever understand that kind of burden? ]

Fine. You're right. I wouldn't want them to be unprotected, especially Will. He's not much of a fighter and Vex is... [ well, vex. so he shrugs and watches as the motion sends dark curls cascading towards the floor. ] And there's you, can you even throw a decent punch?