Light Ice or Black Ice, how about a snowcone?

[Jak Mar]

The angel calmed Jak. “I see some guilt still left inside your mind, Mar. I see you trying to keep what’s left of your friends alive.”
Jak frowned, angry grunting  “I won’t and can’t…. I have no desire to become the next leader of the Waste-...shhhh..”

A wisp of light touched Jak’s cheeks, quieting him.

“Mar, you’ve seen the abyss too long, one day you might not be able to come back from that deep dark hole.”
Jak turned once again and placed a hand on Light’s own. “I’m not strong, I’m…”

The divine figure sighed and once again placed it on Jak’s lips “You are better than what you became. There’s more in the future for you than you know.”
Jak stopped “What is there in store? I’m back to square one with Dax, Ashlien’s walked away, Damas hates me and I’m wanted by the same place that I SAVED!”
“... I couldn’t save Ash and Desman.”

The light figure couldn’t stand to see Jak hurting himself like this so the figure took over Jak’s mind. Jak’s body now becoming a bluish, translucent figure of himself as he looked around seeing in the eco warrior’s eyes.

“Mar, I’m sorry for this.”

His wings stood out in the back, once again restored to their former glory and beauty. 
The bluish form broke free through the snow and flew  through the night, even past the night of the winter moon.

He didn’t know how long Jak’s sensitive body could handle the cold before having to return to the abandoned log cabin.