Jinn didn't comment. Better or worse, good or bad, wherever one fell on that scale, what had happened could not be erased. There was only living with the reality of that experience - and guilt, for those who deserved to carry it. Like him.
He waved a hand in a short, abortive gesture. "That is not how I recall it." It wasn't carelessness that had led Eddie to ask for help, but need. And Jinn had offered to go to him. He had failed and suffered the consequences, that was all.
Except that was not all. He should've been branded by his failure - or suffered the same fate as Salim. It was not natural for him to be here, unscathed, while Eddie wore scars on his face and Salim grappled with his own mortality.
"I do not bring it up to be reassured," he added. "Or to wallow in your sympathy, which I do not deserve." He looked straight at Eddie then, flames licking around the edges of his sunglasses. "I heard your voice. I felt... It should be be possible. I am not like the angel. And yet it happened."