When battle came, Nico stood — not for pride, but so the man beside him wouldn’t fall. Later, hands tacky with blood, he learned that glory was sharp, sorrowful, and carried deep inside where no one could see.
VIII. Gloria (Glory)
When battle came, Nico stood — not for pride, but so the man beside him wouldn’t fall. Later, hands tacky with blood, he learned that glory was sharp, sorrowful, and carried deep inside where no one could see.