[Evil Tink]

Solomon sigh, his power lashing out at the bird after Holden let it go, causing it to explode. "You'll learn to block it out..." He sighed, "I'm not worried about her..." He lifted his head, his normally icy blue eyes a dull gray as he looked to the sky, "It seems, that no matter how hard I try to make up for being automatically damned, Karma throws in something extremely emotionally painful at me. It makes me even wonder why I haven't just..." He trailed off. "I mean, first he's born with a bad knee, then I meet you, one of the happiest days in my life, and not even that can be left alone. You've been attacked so many times, and each time I was afraid I was going to loose you, just because I couldn't lie to you. Now, you're doomed to the same damned fate as myself, and my horse is more than likely going to die tonight."

He didn't like complaining. He hated pity. He hated people feeling sorry for him. Not to mention, he hated the feeling of 'whining'. He sighed again, letting himself fall backwards, closing his eyes. "I just don't want any more of this...but...I could never do anything that would separate us either. Holden," he opened his eyes again, looking over to him, truthfully, you're the only thing that will end up being consistently good in my life."