Nico stared at her, unsure whether to feel honored or burdened by her words. His grip on the bow tightened as his heart filled with so much emotion.
Medeia also didn't like the concept of putting the burden on just a few people. However, she knew a lot about humans' nature.
Eventually, they would force him to become their hope and if Nico couldn't handle the pressure he might become the Lost.
Medeia thought it would be worse than seeing him die.
[Your heart is so soft now, Host.]
Medeia groaned. 'Oh, shut up.'
She was just being sentimental after killing so many kids in the Warstock.
"It's a lot to ask of you," Medeia admitted, crouching to his eye level. "And I know it's hard. But if you run away now, you'll be running for the rest of your life."
Her words sank in, heavier than the bow in his hands. Nico swallowed hard, and all of the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.
