When Lily advanced, Nico took an almost frantic step backwards, not wanting her any closer than she already was. His fear increased, and the ground began to rumble a little under him, darkness spreading around him as if to cloak him in fear. And although his darkness spread, it seemed to reach a barrier when it reached her, as if her light, her warmth consumed it.
"I'm...I'm Nico," he said, because it seemed like the polite thing to do, even though he didn't actually understand why that was in the least bit important at the moment. He wasn't exactly the demigod most known for his social graces.
Yet while he ran from her, part of him understood suddenly why his father had become so enamored with Persephone. There was something in her so vital, so alive that at the same time he wanted to run from it, he wanted to embrace it, capture it, make it his very own.