Archangel. We're a species of celestial beings of light. Technically the others of my kind don't hold physical forms like this body, they're made of light and spirit, so they must possess humans to exist on the earth. I was born with one.

[ That is part of what sets him apart. Jack's body itself isn't truly human as he doesn't age, doesn't need food or sleep, and he can't be harmed easily, but it at least physically looks like a host. The brilliance Jack has in glowing whiteness is brighter than what Emet-Selch might see in other angels, but he hasn't met one yet so he wouldn't know the difference.

It feels good to say all of that out loud. There is no real reason he should feel to hide his true identity in this world, but there is an instinct all the same to cover it. He doesn't like to feel different, but he is. Maybe this is him getting used to that being okay. Or maybe it's the lack of fear or judgment he's getting from Emet-Selch too, that he doesn't seem concerned to be talking to a non-human. ]

I hope not. It would be a shame for them to have died pretending to be something else.