Something seemed...off. [Haise parses through words carefully, unwilling to say anything that takes away from his superior, a man he both fears and respects. It feels wrong to think of him as reduced or lesser in some way, even as he looks on the evidence that the man isn't well] When we trained, you gauged my actions by sound, didn't you?

[He asks only as the thought occurs to him. If it's been some time now, Arima has been compensating for a blind spot, even when facing enemies that entire squads couldn't collectively tackle. It's a thought that inspires some level of awe, and equal measures of concern.

If it were new, Arima surely couldn't have handled himself as well as he does.

His lips pressed into a thin line, he nudges his superior's hand away from his wound with his own, concentrating his energies to close the wound. By now, something like this is well within his means, thanks to whatever it is that ALASTAIR has changed in him]

It may not be my place to ask, but why didn't you get help?

[There are healers here. Surely it wasn't pride...]