Aris grew very pale whens he realized what she was looking at. A corpse. The angel really didn't like dead things; odd, considering she was constantly surrounded by spirits when up in Heaven, but this wasn't Heaven. People were brutally murdered here, and the man before her was another example. She wasn't sure what to make of it. The blade lowered, and she stared, mortified. The body started wriggling, clawing, gasping, and Aris shrieked. Corpses didn't come back to life, but this one just did. Then, as abruptly as he lived, the life was sucked out of him, and he turned pale. Aris breathed, blinking at Jack with confusion clear on her face. What was he doing here, and what was he hung for? Most importantly of all, how did he keep coming back to life?<br/><br/>He began to struggle again, and, though he startled her again, she couldn't stand to see anyone in that much pain over and over and over again, so, putting the knife on the rope by his neck, which was the only thing she could reach without dropping her gown from her chest, she sliced through it. She stared at him, gasping for breath on the ground, unsure what to do now.