Aaron stepped in front of the massive blade pointed at Olivia and kept one hand on his sheath, finger on the trigger, and the other tightly gripping the handle.

[b]"Well that just proves that your not Sam...Sam wouldn't even think about SUGGESTING about hurting Liv..."[/b]

A false bravado emanated from Aaron as externalized by the over confident smirk as he stared down friend from once upon a time,

[b]"...I don't know who you are, but no one threatens my Liv without consequence."[/b]

Samuel chuckled: “Your Liv? What makes you think she is yours? What makes you think she’d want a short, pathetic excuse for man like yourself, Aaron?”
Olivia placed a hand on Aaron’s shoulder, standing behind him; in an attempt persuade the boy to back away. “Aaron, please don’t do this.”

The choice of words he chose hadn't occurred to him until Sam had called him on it, he hadn't meant to say his Liv but in the depths of his heart he knew that was what he really wanted to say. The stinging barbs of Sam's words only succeeded in making him even angrier when a calm hand grasped his shoulder, Olivia called to him to stop which only hurt him further. He knew what she meant, but he could see in her eyes that she didn't really want to have a confrontation with him because of her past feelings for him. After years of keeping silent about the whole thing, Aaron finally snapped and unfortunately, it was at Olivia,

[b]"Liv, whatever you had for Sam is pointless here, this isn't the Sam you knew...that man is dead..."[/b]

Pointing at "Sam" standing at the platform he called out to him while he was addressing her,

[b]"This is not Sam...he is just another enemy that stands in our way and needs to die!"[/b]

Olivia’s eyes began to swell and induce shades of amaranth and auburn coloration, just as her lips beyond their otherwise already inflated nature, as a tear or two burst into the atmosphere. She retracted her hand and stared at the boy with disdain: “What makes you think that you know anything about what ‘I had’"

[b]"Oh come on Liv, I've watched you for years with him...it was plastered all over your face...this isn't Sam anymore. Your life revolved around him and now he's here you can't bring yourself to truly admit the fact that the Sam that you once knew is a madman that wants bring about the end of the world with a fairy tale!"[/b]

Olivia remained silent, agitated as she was, while staring at Aaron with despair. She glanced at Samuel, who decided to be mute, and then addressed the boy in front of her: “What is it with you and disappointing me, huh? Outside Doral you did it, and on the boat; why can’t you listen to me or stand to see me happy?” she said.

Aaron stood in wide eyed shock, Olivia's words struck a deep wound in him the likes of which he had never felt before. He could feel tears well up in his eyes which seemed to steam as they touched his cheek. The fire was building deep in his belly. This wasn't fair, Aaron had cared for Olivia for as long as he could remember, done everything that he could to ensure that she could be happy, and as long as he could remember her heart had always belonged to Sam. As the tears began to fall from his eyes staring at the woman he cared for the most he wasn't able to bring his voice above a trembling whisper,

[b]"Y...Y..You don't really m...m..mean that Liv. I've spent the whole of my adult life trying to make you happy, you can't mean that Liv."[/b]

Turning slowly to stare at the visage of everything that despised, this impostor who claimed to be Sam.

[b]"You...your the cause of all of this. You are going to die here and now!!"[/b]

Aaron charged with blind fury, his new blade already unsheathed and wind already swirling in massive currents.

“Aaron!” Olivia shouted, as the boy flung himself into his iconic rage. He would be no match for Samuel at this point. She could feel it in her bones and her veins, as he was something else entirely. Olivia had to react fast to preserve the peace, to protect Samuel or Aaron. She was unsure of which one of them she actually cared for or attempted to defend; perhaps both, perhaps neither.
 
Olivia vanished in a thunderous flash and appeared behind Samuel, who did not even flinch, and then she instantly blinked again to catch Aaron’s rush. The impact caused a bright display of lightning that reached for the conductive railings and treading of the catwalk, and when it died down, Olivia was sitting on top of Aaron, who was flat on his back. She grabbed the boy by his neck and pulled him close, “Stop! Just stop it, right now! I’m sorry, okay? You’re going to get yourself killed if you engage him,” she said. 

Olivia's grip was surprisingly strong but Aaron's rage was stronger, as he pulled away from her and charged towards Sam once again brandishing baleful heated wind only to see Sam turn and dismiss an attack with little more than the batting of an eyelash, this didn't deter him. Continuing his charge, Aaron began to bring down his sword but was swiftly sent flying by a backhand from the monstrosity that was Sam. Before he could get up to continue his assault, Aaron felt a firm tugging at the back of his neck pulling him towards the platform and the odd sensation of the device working. Sometime passed when finally stood up to see the Tree and stood in awe of its beauty. The sudden realization that he was in the middle of "fighting" Sam brought Aaron back to his sense of anger when he turned and saw Olivia coming back from where ever she esacped to. 

[b]"Where is he...Where did Sam go?[/b]

— Tree of Life —

The boy of rage and fire’s muttering caught Olivia’s attention, and she left her musings concerning her newly found sword behind to sit herself beside Aaron, who seemed disoriented and unable to remember what had happened. She looked at him calmly, no longer agitated by his previously reckless behavior. “Did you smack your little head on the pavement or something? He used that machine and teleported away, which made the whole place come down on our heads, so we had to use it ourselves,” she said. Olivia glanced at her sword that was still rammed into the ground next to the tree, and then at the tree itself. “Would you believe that? — The Tree of Life. I always thought it was fiction, but there it is. Clear as day,” she continued.

Aaron's initial reaction was to look at the Tree and revel in it's beauty once again, although something about him was in the process of changing, even if he didn't know it at the time. He could [i]FEEL[/i] ancient words coursing through his mind and terrorizing images of great beasts that soared through the sky spitting hatred and fury with every breath. The feeling was too much to bear. Grabbing both sides of his head Aaron lurched away from Olivia, the sensation of rage forced him to speak what was truly on his mind,

[b]"WHY DID YOU STOP ME!! I COULD HAVE KILLED HIM, I COULD HAVE BURNED HIM TO CINDERS BUT YOU HAD TO STOP ME WHY??!! IS IT BECAUSE YOU STILL LOVE HIM? HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY LOVE THAT MADMAN.....!"[/b]

Dropping to his knees Aaron arched his back and raised his head to the sky and unleashed an unfathomable and intense spout of fire from his mouth. As the flames reached the top of the Tree of Life Aaron's eyes glassed over as he could feel his spirits of Fire become stronger, angrier, and more intense. The shift in the balance of his spirits was completed the spout of fire died down causing Aaron to drop to all fours and begin pant as if he ran a marathon.

Olivia hastily, clumsily stood up and backed away from the boy when the display of immolation erupted. While absorbing spirits was usually a delight, there was no guarantee that their effects would be. The girl remained where she had moved to, a few steps away from Aaron, as the boy’s and the spirits’ anger and rage somewhat settled and he was forced to recover. “You’re the one who would have died, Aaron, and I’ve already told you that I can’t lose you or anyone else here. I mean, you saw what he turned into… that monster. It would have ripped you to dust,” she said and folded her arms across her stomach.

Aaron felt as if he was burning up from the inside out as the spirits seemed to be settling into their new arrangement. Aaron so desperately wanted to cry out to Olivia and beg for help, but the memories of their argument in the depths of their pseudo prison kept playing through his head and when he stopped for a moment to really think about everything that happened, he was still reeling from he comments. As Aaron wobbly rose to his feet he gazed at Olivia with the same hurt look he had given her back at the platform, but spoke with just enough resentment for the words to be felt like venom,

[b]"Yeah, wouldn't want to dissipoint you by dying now would I?"[/b]

With that he walked away leaving Olivia to be stunned by his words. Aaron tried to make himself turn around and explain himself to her but for the first time since he had learned about his Guardian nature, he heard his spirits "speak" to him and they kept telling him to walk away.