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[Some part of him is already planning. The shadows were significant. If he could short the lights with a good shot, the flash might interrupt whatever's coming... but there's no guarantee, and that would leave him in darkness.

If he got behind him, a blade between the ribs would work for now but after... He would come back. There might be others here. He probably has built allies in this month.

And that was it, wasn't it? It's the same sick, excited feeling when he gave Percy Jackson a pair of cursed winged shoes... When he pledged himself to Kronos. It's the precipice of war. There's no small part of him that wants to do it anyway. That listens to the abject fear of being controlled, that knows this kid he has only a small measure of could be terrible with it.]

Have it your way, my lord.

[The rest of him is tired of fighting. He re-sheathes the blade and practically throws the shield back at the weapons rack.

He turns his back to Nico and starts walks away, seething.]

[abandon_hope]

[ That's the smartest move, right there. As much as Nico may be prepared to defend himself, he refuses to strike the first blow. If Luke doesn't start a fight ... then neither will Nico.

That doesn't mean he likes it though. Forcing the shadows to uncoil is physically painful; making sure the earth stays calm is like telling his heart to just beat slower. But he keeps his breathing steady and lets the temptation pass. My lord, indeed.

In the end, he says nothing at all. ]