[Sieghart can and will be stubborn, because he is simply allergic to demons and will break out in hives any second now from dealing with Dio. More importantly, he doesn't trust him.]

What, can't you tell by looking?

[He waves his wrapped hand. Blood's soaked through the bandages after all the abuse it just endured.]

A snake bit me on the leg. My left arm's broken, and my right hand was smashed and slashed—the same goes for behind my shoulder. I'm certain some of my ribs are broken, too.

[He neglects to mention the minor scrapes sustained from crawling through a hole and trawling through a forest, because they're so minor that he can't feel them past the larger injuries. Also, the bullet graze wound is so obvious that he'll call Dio blind if he ends up having to point it out.

Sighing loudly, Sieghart fiddles with the loose collar of his uniform with his good hand.]

The sizing is all off. Don't you have this in a smaller size?