The anguish on Carlisle's face wanes as Glacius coughs, the alien's torment obvious in his ragged voice and the sound of gurgling blood from his gills. Carlisle can hear it, but cannot see the extent of Glacius' remaining injuries in the darkness, and so he tries to conjure a light for himself; however, the orb is too weak, too fragile. It glows only dimly before popping in his hand.

He shakes his head, his face twisting as he reaches out for his friend, his hands still shaking, but his desperation evident. Even if Carlisle cannot see Glacius, he is sure the alien, with his sharp, inhuman senses, may be able to see him.

"Please," he begs. "Stop. Don't- don't exacerbate your wounds on my behalf. I... I don't think I could take it."