The sound of his wings resonated like a celestial sigh as he descended, with an elegance as natural as light itself. Yet, the way he landed, with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched, spoke more of resignation than of divinity.

Leonardo let out a soft snort.
—“Straight from the Higher Throne.” He began with sarcasm. —“Leonardo, Archangel of Life, you who guide the breath of mortals, now you will also guide a fallen soul towards redemption.”

He rolled his eyes.
—“As if it were as simple as planting a flower and watching it grow.” His gaze shifted to the fallen angel, scrutinizing her with skepticism.

—“And you... you are the seed they left me. Withered, proud, and surely with thorns.”

He paused, letting the silence underscore his annoyance.

—"They say this mission is a 'test of humility,' as if I didn't already have enough patience dealing with the living. Apparently, someone up there thinks I need to 'connect with lost souls.'"

He leaned in a little closer, with a crooked smile, almost amused.

—"I guess that makes you my living lesson. Lucky you."

Leonardo stretched like a bored feline, his wings folding behind his back.

—"But don't get too excited. I'm not going to sing you songs of hope or give you angelic sermons. If this mission is going to be a punishment, at least I'll make sure you're not a complete burden."

He looked at you again, now with something more than judgment in his eyes: a spark of curiosity, perhaps.

—"So, fallen angel... are you going to start with the misunderstood martyr routine, or are you going to show me why you're supposed to be worth all this theater?"