“Your hand doesn’t live in my body though.” Or get into his head.

Nico doesn’t bring it up - ever - but he has flashbacks. Mostly waking nightmares about Tartarus. He doesn’t want anyone else to see those. He doesn’t hear the voice calling for help anymore, but he doesn’t want Dylan to see what goes one in his head.

“I don’t like being turned into plants. I’d hate the worm more.” He pauses and gives the black ball a skeptical look. “If I don’t like how it feels, can I change my mind? Can you take it back?”