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“I hate to tell you this, but I’m not helping any spirits for the time being. It’s really been taking a toll on my mental health.” Aros explained. He struggled to draw boundaries with living persons and supernatural entities alike, but knew it was necessary. The translucent figure sighed impatiently. “I said someone needs your help, I didn’t say it was me. It’s someone who's still alive, but if you choose not to help them they might not be that way for much longer.” His blue gaze was so intense and unwavering that Aros had to look away sharply. Something about this man made him tense; he reminded Aros of some of the spirits he had met that had done terrible things in life. His tone was flat and icy and his face was void of any emotion. He might not be able to hurt me himself, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t lead me to someone or something else that could, Aros reminded himself. Evil people would often become evil spirits after meeting their demise, and continue planting seeds of turmoil just as they had when they walked amongst the living. But on the off chance there is someone in authentic danger… He wasn’t sure if he could live with himself if someone else suffered a preventable yet permanent fate due to his own cowardice. “Are you coming or not?” The spirit demanded. “Fine, fine.” Aros expelled a huff of exasperation and rose to his feet, realizing just how short this man really was as he towered beside him. Gabriel’s lumbered snoring carried on from a nest of fallen leaves nearby and Aros made a last moment decision to prod him awake with the side of his boot. At first he was cautious to involve Gabriel for the sake of his safety, but deliberated that his odds of defeating a threat were greater if accompanied by his friend. Together they had successfully defended themselves against wild animals, thieves, cannibals and the list went on. “Huh?” The ferns rustled as Gabriel sat up and blinked at Aros in confusion through the thick of the shadows. “Someone needs our help. Don’t ask any questions, just trust me.” Even though I’m not so sure I trust my own judgment, Aros realized guiltily. Gabriel rubbed the sleep from his eyes and shook the debris out of his frizzy, golden hair. “Ok.”