[Evil Tink]

Solomon waved his hand in the air, "You weren't being selfish Holden..it's done and over with any way so get over it." He stood, "They don't always die Holden! And if attachments weren't possible, tell me, how the hell am I here, hell, how is Serus still alive? She died just like we did, and to further amaze you she transferred her own spirit, by. her .self." He let out a low growl, going over to Holden and placing his hand over Holden's chest, opening his airways. "Im sorry but you're just too stressed right now." And with that, Solomon knocked him unconscious.

He stood up with a huff, throwing his hands into the air, "I knew something like this was going to happen. You" he turned, pointing to the unconscious Holden, "just won't ever learn to listen to me! You always deify me one way or another! Not to mention you of all people should know that I would never let you slip from my arms again!" He growled again, a few of the picture frames in the room cracked, the two vases broke sending the flowers and water inside to the floor, the windows cracked severely, but did not shatter and the room began to get colder. "Honestly Holden, why don't you ever just..listen to me.." He sighed deeply, falling into a chair, closing his eyes, "And now you got me yelling at your unconscious self because I don't want to upset you more at this moment..." He let out another heavy sigh, allowing Holden to wake up. Once he knew the boy could hear him, he muttered, "I'm sorry..."