Golden Glade welcome to hell

His ears twitched as her voice floated closer, but while he heard her, the words did not register in his head until a full few seconds later, and it was then where he squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe normally. Nico could feel his alter ego pushing at the barriers in his mind, and he could feel his mental walls trembling, ready to break and fall. It had been a long time since his other half came out and play, and Nico was scared, terribly scared of the consequences that would ensue should that happen. He was terrified of it; petrified of the consequences that might happen.

He was so scared that thoughts of drowning himself began circulating through his head, and the soldier was pretty sure it would take less than fifteen seconds for him to start hyperventilating and eventually, well, die, he supposed. 

Aspen drew closer, but Nico was still struggling to gain control of himself.

In fact, he was losing himself.

Very. Quickly.