+1 Good

You try to understand the being. "What are you?" you ask, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"I was once like you," it responds, its voice both soothing and distant. "I was even in this very place. I was brought into the light because I was good in life. Up there, we all help fallen souls. We are given these thorn crowns that give us this form, making us able to come save falling souls."

"So, you were a human at some point?" you ask, trying to piece it together.

"I like to think I still am," it replies softly.

"I need to save Spudley," you tell it, urgency in your voice.

The being falls silent for a moment, and you can feel its gaze deepen, almost as if pitying you. "Nothing can make it back from down there," it says, the words heavy with a finality that chills you to the core.

"I'm sorry,"