He started to notice his hands moving were writing something--a name in kanji, and the movements reminded him of the swirl of emotions and felt upon touching the other on the shoulder. Sadness. Pain. Desperation. But there had been good things too, small embers of pulsing light that emerged from tragic ashes.

"With your name and this alternate, I use my life to make thee a shinki!" That brilliant name now glowed between them, new, just for him. He was a God of Mercy, and from Jade's memories, he had seen tragic things.

It was his job to forgive him, no matter what.

"Thou art Jade. As shinki, Jihi!

"Come forth!" And he held out his hand to summon him, unsure what what he would hold once Jade transformed. "Jihiki!"