Viola didn't mean to be so clingy, but she was afraid to loose her best friend. Loosing a best friend to her was one of the worst things she could think of. Especially since this best friend made her smile and giggle more than anyone. Sure others could do this but, he was just special - he was her first real friend, real living friend. Even so she hated to loose him to the darkness, which he said didn't want to let go of him. The darkness almost pained her as much as that memory she saw. Of the man who beat her friend. Looking up he tensed, just as she had said that and she looked down, "I-I-I saw a memory? I don't know what it was... I'm sorry if it was private... It hurt seeing it worse than when I saw you injured..." he seemed scared. Why was he afraid now? Did she do something to make him fear her?<br/><br/>Though when he asked if he was to die her eyes widened and she looked up at him, the tears stopped rolling as she looked pale. How could he say that? Closing her eyes she shook her head and spoke, "Don't say that, I don't know - even if you were close to it don't. Your body was beaten - it needs to recover. That's all. No I don't want death to take my only friend..." she hated people talking about death. Probably due to seeing so many ghosts, calling them to see their loved ones... Matthew said it this time and it pained her. She wouldn't want him to die. No. Not at all. She leaned against him again, eyes closed, biting tears back. Viola listened though and looked up at him, a smile on her face now. She felt important, needed. Made her really feel special.<br/><br/>Looking around she sighed, "I don't know... I've never grappled someone from the darkness before. Only my uncle and father have. I'll never let the darkness take you. Never ever ever." she said like a child would when they didn't want to give up. She wouldn't either. Matthew was her friend - cared about him majorly. As if to put strength to her words, she held him closer, "Till my uncle say for me to wake us... I won't let you go of you."