This whole time, Nyx had done well to not let the acts of the past weigh him down, but it was amazing how a simple box of items changed that so dramatically. It sort of came crashing down, that his purpose here was nothing the same back where he came from.
Shaking his head some, Nyx commented while glancing around his fairly simple studio apartment. "This." He sighed. "Doesn't bother me. It's comforting. It's home." Then his eyes went to the box he was looking through of different things that occupied Crowe's world. Holding up a hairpin for Peter to see. "This actually has a tracking device. I destroyed this before I died because Niflheim was using this to track the princess. It was our tech, but because we had traitors in our midst they used to track her when I was trying to get her out of the city." He frowned. "Crowe was supposed to deliver it to her when she was murdered." Sighing he tossed the clip into the box and reached back down to the picture of the three of them. Creased and well worn - Nyx handed it off the picture to Peter.
"I have never once question on if I was doing the right thing." Nyx commented. "If the choices I made were the right ones." There was a pause. "I assume I did, dying, wasn't that bad. It was for the right reasons. But Crowe-" Nyx commented pulling up her death certificate. "She shouldn't have died alone. Thrown into a trash pile like discarded trash." Nyx almost choked on his words.