Silas drew in a few gulps of air nervously. He tried to psyche himself to do it, but every moment he held his hand in front of Aris twisted his guts. What would Aris say? He was definitely not an angel, but what was he?<br/><br/>"What am I... what am I?" he mumbled to himself. His hand finally turned into smoke, as if part of his physical body de-materialised and became a black, smokey haze that slightly resembled his hand.<br/><br/>"What am I? Who am I?"<br/><br/>Adell's glazed eyes disappeared, and the girl's blank face became a slight frown when she saw Silas's hand.