Johnathan's darkvision gave him clear sight of the scene in front of him. His friend half covered in sewage, stabbed in the back by his own shield. Johnathan knew that Tom was beyond saving. If the wound and the blood loss didn't kill him, the infection that would follow will. The logical side of his mind told him to end his friend's suffering and get out of there. There's still a chance that their plan can still work. It would be easy for him to just toss the body into the sewage and tell his other friends how valiantly Tom rushed into battle and was cut down by a knight's blade.<br/><br/>When it came to his friends, Johnathan was not logical. He moved close to pull his friend out of the sewage and help him back to the others so he can get first aid. Johnathan tried his best to reassure Tom. though the shake in his voice couldn't be willed off entirely. "W-What are you worried about Tom? It's just a little flesh wound. We've gotten hurt way worse than this before. This is nothing! S-Stop crying you b-big baby. You'll be fine once we get you patched up." Johnathan followed it up by a very forced friendly chuckle. He picks up the still living Tom on his shoulders and tries to make it as fast as he can back to the others. He keeps conversation up with Tom trying to calm his friend down as well as not letting the young man slip into unconsciousness. "Y-You're not worried, are you Tom? You're the toughest among us! It'll take more than a splinter to put you down. W-when you'll be leading the war charge in the resistance, the Empire will be quaking in their boots!" Another forced chuckle.<br/><br/>It's very hard to keep both yourself and your friend calm while also trying to keep your voice down to prevent detection. However, John tries his best to do all that anyway as he moves back toward the group. Johnathan knew his friend couldn't be saved, but the half-elf refused to accept it and tried anyway.