"The big secret is that there isn’t really a way to bring the dead back to life." Bianca tells her, gently letting go of Hazel’s arms. "And when you try, you’ve just damned yourself twice. Once for you and once for the soul you try to bring back."
Hazel wipes at her face, and then turns, unable to meet Bianca’s dark, black eyes. “Then how are we here? Why are we here?”
"Well I’m here because of you." Bianca replies with a halfway smile. "And you’re here because of Nico. And we’re both here because of these," Bianca thumbs at her crown of bones and then Hazel’s—made of gold.
"What happens," Hazel says slowly, as if the thought is only just creeping into her mind, "if we take them off?"
Silently and without hesitation, Bianca reaches to her left hand and pulls her bracelet off.
Hazel eyes widen in horror as Bianca’s arm begins to shake and then shrivel, skin straining against blood and tissue and muscle and then bone.
A second later, Bianca waves nothing but a hand of bones at her and then puts the bracelet back on. Within a few moments it’s returned to normal. “I’m so not doing that with my head.”