It was love at first sight. The first time Jack saw Aris he madly in love with her.<br/><br/>It was not just the wings, though they played a part. He had never seen a woman with wings and that alone was enough for him to love her. But it was also that she had saved him while naked. She was angel so Jack knew she was as good and pure as anything could be, so she not only saved his life but also allowed the first thing he saw as he returned to life her naked body, and that was kindness no one else would do.<br/>Or rather, she did keep herself covered, and that made Jack feel shame. He was not worthy of her full kindness; she was a favoured souls of good Agra; she was above him. She was good and pure, and he was not and she knew it. Jack could not help giving her a sheepish, infatuated smile smile, but at the same time he felt terrible about himself for making her waste time on him, who was beneath her.<br/><br/>Then again, she was naked, and so was he. Had he died naked? Maybe she had undressed him. Jack recoiled in horror; how could he think that way about a woman who was so pure?<br/><br/>Aris just looked frightened but Jack paid that no heed. Death was trivial to him, he had died a hundred times. The pain that came with death was the major deterrent to die, but the experience itself was just blackness and occasionally some random images, which he assumed was just his inner tubes beginning to work again without waking him up entirely, like drunken dreams from a half-living brain. Jack assumed death was just a black sudden passage of time, and he had never seen an afterlife.<br/><br/>This was the first time he woke to see an angel. It should have been a grander shock, but Jack hardly even considered that he was permanently dead and gone to a heaven he did not believe in. As much faith as Jack had in the Three he had more faith in his own immortality.<br/>Waking up to see an angel did not mean he had crossed over to the other side, and she did not fool Jack for a second. He would never die.<br/><br/>He had no idea why she was here or why she helped him. He wanted to say something clever and charming to make her like him, like his old friend, the Lad, would do. The Lad was a true charmer and he would have made an angel fall in love with him with a wink and a clever line. Jack looked about frantically for some apples so he could offer he a glass of scrumpy; that was what the Lad would do. Jack thought hard and said the most charming thing that came to mind:<br/>"Oi, ye're well fit."<br/><br/>She was not impressed and Jack's heart sank. He loved this angel and did not want her to fly away before he had a chance to show her how he felt. His mind was not working and maybe it was because he had still not healed fully. He put his fingers to his neck and felt deep marks left by the noose. He had to make her stay, not fly. Maybe if she saw his marks go away she would be intrigued how he did it. She was his first angel and he wanted to know her. Another thought popped into his head and he thought that might be what it took to make her stay just a little longer.<br/><br/>"D'ye wan' t'see me 'phant? I ain't know 'ow long I've been hung but me 'phant'd be 'ungry 'n I could use 'elp with 'im? I... I died on a Middae... d'ye kno' when we're now? An'...  D'ye want t'see 'im?"<br/><br/>She hadn't fled yet despite looking frightened so he put a hand out for her to shake.<br/>"I'm Jack Jenkins, see, I ain't dead-like." Saying his name seemed to make him regain some measure of self-confidence because he jerked his thumb towards himself and continued the introduction with clear pride: "Oi'm 'mortal!"