Leo I
"No, I-" he tried to explain before stopping mid sentience. He turned away from the spirit, glancing at the sinner who was urging them to move forward. Then, he returned his gaze to the meek spirit before him.
Why was he getting him involved with this? It is the duty of the pope to handle such matters. Was it erroneous to assume that just because he was a heroic spirit, he would be able and willing to fight? Perhaps. At the very least, he was able to recognize that this situation is nothing like the holy grail war. Or perhaps it was simple naivete. Of course, it was entirely possible that he just desperately needed someone to believe in
The pope let out a sigh. "Never mind," he finally said as he turned around. With his back turned, he began marching towards Longinus "I will make sure you are safe." As he past the warrior, he tightly gripped the shoulder blades, leaving a dent in the Armour. "Do not worry, I shall take point," he said, glaring back at the sinner with disdain. "I will give you the luxury of dying from a sneak attack. Besides, I have a feeling that I can take the most hits."
But that is alright. These are the catalysts of faith.