[ Blinking at Nico when tugged in with no resistance on the godling's part, he peers down at him in surprise as though the notion his affections would be genuinely returned wasn't ever on the cards, not for real. ]

If you met me anywhere else, Nico, I'd be vastly different. You've glimpsed one face of many, I was never meant to live forever just as I am now. [ He loves to touch Nico's hair and so he does now with long spidery fingers, careful not to tug. Absorbed in shadowy eyes. ] You might as well try to hold onto a ghost.

[ The phrasing is no accident, likening himself with Bianca's memory. ]

I'm getting tired these days, it's harder to be me. So tired.