[ The looks and glances are not caught. Even if he could see them, his physical attention is solely on the figure in the room cradling the comatose child as he reads the shape of them through the earth. A rigid pieta of desperation.

His heart sinks at Bellamy's blunt explanation, and for a second he's glad no one else can read the vibrations in the room. How his pulse reveals how quickly hope can slip at a few words. But Misato's pleas reignite it, because yes - he did wake up. So have others. ]

I can... [ His voice nearly cracks, and he clears his throat. ] I am a healer. I can try to, although... brains are fickle. My healing capabilities are general, not specialized. It may do nothing.

[ He won't do ask she asks and go plunging into the void Shinji has become. He may be the first comatose member of brood Mirfac, but Gildor is wise enough to know going down that mental hole is a path to despair. Still, he's not opposed to using other means, and until he's tried he has to believe there is something to be done.

His mental attention flickers to the others in room. A single high note rings out to them, C-sharp, struck along the outer edges of their collective consciousness. ]

It will not hurt him to try- [ And then for Misato, because Shinji cannot make this decision- ] -if you will allow me to.