[ ...his mouth falls open, only to close abruptly, teeth clenching, hoping Hinata didn't see, holding Hinata's gaze steady in his own and trying not to let anything he's feeling spill through them.

Because it's a mess of rage, fear, guilt, shame, hatred, frustration, helplessness, sorrow— the deepest darkest of the worst he's ever felt that overflows even as he clamps down tight on it. They have no right. Why is Hinata the one crying and not him, with his fists slowly clenching at his sides, enough for Hinata to be able to feel in his hands even with the careful expression on Rokuro's face. What is he even apologizing for? Not being able to save him? Only a miracle could have accomplished that, and the four of them... the six of them... they're only human. Why is Hinata crying... ]

...You're not the one who killed me.

[ However gentle his voice and his words were before, they take on a bit of an edge, now, one he tries to file smooth with a deep breath but it's a losing battle. Hinata has no reason to look so miserable; he shouldn't have to feel like this. ]

It's not your fault. I remember it differently, but... there was no saving me to begin with. You don't need to feel sorry about something you had no chance of succeeding in the first place.