The smudgy black things that had been on Nico’s lap have gotten their bearings after being knocked aside in his rush to get to Tim. Two drift over to the demigod, bumping cat ears and antlers against his legs.

“He’s fading,” Nico says hoarsely. Like Pan. Like Bruce. “I didn’t mean to…”

He can’t leave - it’s his fault and he’s utterly useless to stop it.