Carden looked forward at the oncoming figure, obviously horrified, thinking it was going to take him back to where he came from. As she came directly up to the tip of the blade, he finally heard what she was trying to say to him. He obviously never would of used the knife in the first place, but now his hand began to shake so much that he dropped it completely, falling onto the dirt beneath him. He looked up into the supposed eyes of the ghost before him. [i]Had it just asked him if he was...alright? No one had ever asked him that before...would it leave if he said yes?[/i] But no, the truth was that he wasn't alright and he never had been, but he hardly could explain that to the figure in the condition that he was in right now. "I.. I..." Carden started to sputter out, trying to talk, but he couldn't get the words out. The attempt at talking only brought out a fresh wave of tears. Dropping his gaze to the ground, he slowly shook his head, hugging his knees to his chest and hiding his face. He just wanted it all to end, he just wanted to live without fear.