Jared stepped back just a little, letting this angel prostrate himself before them. His brows furrowed. That sense of wrongness wouldn't go away, and as the other rambled on, it clicked. Fallen. This creature was a fallen angel. His face twisted in a frown, but Jared wasn't the sort of person to turn his nose up at someone else who had fallen. There were so many reasons. So very many. If anything he pitied the man, but he didn't try to touch him anymore. Instead he analyzed the situation. His eyes widened. How long had this Samuel been down there? If he was running out of time...If he was corrupted there was little chance Samuel would be accepted back to Heaven but it was possible.<br/><br/>He looked over at Milo, then back at Luke once he'd given his name. "Both of us? I don't..." He frowned. He wasn't ready to go Hell. He was hardly more than fifty years old, terribly young for an angel. Jared wasn't even sure he had the mental constitution to handle it. However he took a slow, deep breath and looked over at Milo. "Do you need my help? I'll go for you."