While waiting for his own opportunity to strike the behemoth, J had seen the dragon's retaliation to Barnaby's attack as it happened. Had it been anyone else but this man or Makoto, J would have left the soldiers to provide a rescue effort or at the very least salvage their shard. The Regent couldn't fault him for not playing cleanup crew, when it wasn't like there weren't plenty of hands for the job.
But when Barnaby goes down, there's no question about whether he'll simply leave the man to an unknown fate or not. J takes flight, avoiding the dragon's attention by flying low and moving over to the rubble just in time to watch Emet-Selch's bedside manner rouse Barnaby to full consciousness.
Landing some feet away, so he doesn't kick up unnecessary dust, J approaches as a green halo of power bleeds out from Barnaby's torso along with a decent amount of blood. Along the way there's a muttered question directed very quietly at the man suffering first a beam and now a fist through his middle. Given the lack of heat in his words, it's clear that his motivation is concern and not ridicule, "Honestly, Barnaby. Look at you. Am I to keep a constant watch over you to ensure your safety?"
As he stands over the scene with arms crossed across his chest, a look of grim consideration flickers through J's eyes. For a moment, he almost appears to think better of interfering. But then, with a nod of acknowledgement towards Emet-Selch, the demon kneels down behind the injured man in order to try and gently lift Barnaby's head onto J's knees.
Meanwhile, J doesn't insult Emet-Selch's intelligence by reminding him of the very clear and present danger of the dragon responsible for this mess, so when his gaze slides over, he cuts his responses down to the basics. "How much time do you need?"
He's not certain of how expedient one can be when healing a penetrating wound through the abdomen, so J doesn't hold his breath that this will be a quick affair. The best he can do is pose an option reserved for very few of his allies, "I can provide a distraction to keep the dragon's attention elsewhere, if this is going to take a while."
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But when Barnaby goes down, there's no question about whether he'll simply leave the man to an unknown fate or not. J takes flight, avoiding the dragon's attention by flying low and moving over to the rubble just in time to watch Emet-Selch's bedside manner rouse Barnaby to full consciousness.
Landing some feet away, so he doesn't kick up unnecessary dust, J approaches as a green halo of power bleeds out from Barnaby's torso along with a decent amount of blood. Along the way there's a muttered question directed very quietly at the man suffering first a beam and now a fist through his middle. Given the lack of heat in his words, it's clear that his motivation is concern and not ridicule, "Honestly, Barnaby. Look at you. Am I to keep a constant watch over you to ensure your safety?"
As he stands over the scene with arms crossed across his chest, a look of grim consideration flickers through J's eyes. For a moment, he almost appears to think better of interfering. But then, with a nod of acknowledgement towards Emet-Selch, the demon kneels down behind the injured man in order to try and gently lift Barnaby's head onto J's knees.
Meanwhile, J doesn't insult Emet-Selch's intelligence by reminding him of the very clear and present danger of the dragon responsible for this mess, so when his gaze slides over, he cuts his responses down to the basics. "How much time do you need?"
He's not certain of how expedient one can be when healing a penetrating wound through the abdomen, so J doesn't hold his breath that this will be a quick affair. The best he can do is pose an option reserved for very few of his allies, "I can provide a distraction to keep the dragon's attention elsewhere, if this is going to take a while."