[There's a pause before he speaks again, either because he's carefully weighing his words or because he really needs to be on the lookout for anyone wandering too close - or maybe a little of both. He's also a little hesitant when she asks him to leave off the more respectful term of address, since it doesn't seem right to him. If it wasn't for his inability to do anything for himself, she wouldn't even be here. This friendship is certainly something that he doesn't deserve.

His palms rest flat against the wood after that, and though he's already close to the ground, he eases himself down until his knees are resting against the dirt. He knows he needs to be ready to run at a moment's notice, but he also gets tired easily. Malnutrition, blood loss and a very admirable shining punch to someone's face during an adrenaline rush can take a lot out of a person.]

Please... don't worry about something like that.

[His punishment may be harsher later, when there isn't an outside witness around, but for the time being it's been very manageable. He isn't concerned about being caught.]

Though it means little, I wished to apologize again. Even now, I can't do anything for you...

[If he was strong, then perhaps he'd be able to break his way in through the outside and set her free, but he can't. If he was smart, maybe he could devise a way of contacting Yase without getting caught. If he was brave, he'd be able to stand toe to toe against the Nagumo clan head without shirking away and covering his face. Maybe that enviable version of himself would even best that man.

But he can't do any of that, because he isn't any of that. All he can do is sit in the dirt and whisper apologies for things he can't fix.]