[Okay, Nico definitely would have known about a near-extinction, though it is strange to imagine an infection causing it and not gods or monsters or titans or giants. His father would have been fuming about the sudden increase to his workload any which way.] I haven't heard of it, but time works differently here.

[He's pretty sure, anyway. He brings his hands back up, flexing the fingers, and when he glances back to Lev he startles slightly at the look he's getting. He's still a little unused to sitting out in the sunlight instead of in the shadowy corners of his own making and being, you know, perceived.] That house was sorcery, it had to be. I could feel myself becoming like those dolls in the kitchen. [He gestures towards the bizarre crack in his skin that Lev had just cleaned and covered for him.] What would you call it?