"Nasir," Albert says the name with a grim finality; if he runs into the man at any point after this, the gladiator's life is forfeit.

As loathe as he is to do it, Albert moves away just for a moment to retrieve a water bottle and the first aid kit. The patch job on Jet's eyes is better than it could be, but the bandage is stained and needs changed.

"Sometimes it can't be helped. We've learned this by now." He pours some water on the cloth and moves back over to Jet. "We need to flush the wound."

He needs to see how bad it is. What he's dealing with.