[ If Sion had a little more time to look at that vision, he might have seen that its crown had impaled the person whom he now speaks with. ]

Not yet.

[ Julius turns his attention to the people around them, all in various states of unconsciousness. A two-second focus tells him that the burned ones are not dead, though whether they would stay like this is another issue altogether. ]

I can treat it myself. I... would not wish strangers to look upon me at this moment. [ The wound barely bled, and it's just a matter of getting the iron slug out and using his newfound power to repair the tissue. ] A medical unit would be able to treat them in time for their trial.

[ Or lack thereof, if their consensus is to make the verdict here. But it's not something Julius would want to do; there are more things on his mind than he can leave aside right now. ]