Stephen just looked at her and growled. "Your a liar! If it was to be preserved they wouldn't have sent all those damn exorcists!" He snapped. If it was possible he got even paler. No castle? No castle left? Those words filled him with panic. Not for himself but for his people. For the ghosts who also lived here. He watched her pull out that funny device people used. When he heard her make the "call" he began to fill with more and more rage. Rage building up because she was actually planning to destroy the castle just because he refused to cooperate with her. He saw red and things began wildly flying around. Several candle lamps exploded as he listened to her. He let out a ghostly howl of rage and pain. "LIVING FLESHIE TREACHERY!" He yelled in a ghostly wail. No longer sounding human like. In fact very ghostly. "JUST CUZ YOU ARE ANGRY WITH ME DOES NOT MEAN YOU PUNISH THE REST!!!! MY PEOPLE DID NOTHING TO YOU!" He yelled. Exploding into ghostly mist and chairs flew into the walls. He hated her! Hated her! She was evil just like the exorcists. "You are an evil witch! EVIL!" he yelled even though she would no longer be able to see him. Something flew past her head and grazed the top of it. His powers out of control he was that furious. "NOW WE DEFINITELY WON'T HELP YOU!!! NONE OF US!" He yelled. Though it was ghostly wails and not in the slightest human. His voice echoing all over.<br/><br/>He fell silent and the table cloth just flapped around violently. Ghostly maids began cleaning up the broken chair pieces. Carrying them off to be turned into firewood. After his anger died down all she could hear was what sounded like ghostly sobs. He sunk into the floor and just stayed there. He was hurting. Hurt that she would be so evil when the others did nothing to her. He hadn't even hurt her. The sobs went away and his silvery outline began to walk away. "Evil woman. Hurt the others just because I refuse to cooperate. Not like I benefit at all from cooperating with a fleshie who just proved she was gonna stab us in the back anyways. All fleshies are the same...they all are. I'm not even the one she needs to be careful of...the monster is...." He just sort of began floating off like a casper ghost that was barely seeable. "I'm dead. We're all dead. So what does our feelings and opinions matter to a live one like her." He mutters. "I wish she would have just gone away. Much simpler when I can just chase the dumbass humans off."