[She's still not looking at him. Her back is still bowed, her face still toward the ground, though she isn't really looking at that, either. Her breath is coming hard through her nose as her eyes only squeeze shut tighter, as if she could close her eyes tightly enough and not see the trial looming large in her memory.

Her fists ball at her sides, grip the sides of her skirt as her nails bite into her palms. This is stupid. She finally has her chance to talk to him about the trial, about the things he said during the trial, before her execution. She's trying to put words together, really, she is. As much as the simple I didn't want to lose you almost bowls her over, she still just--]

I don't... understand... [she manages finally, nails threatening to tear through her skirt from how tightly she's gripping the cloth.] There was nothing you could do... There wasn't anything anyone could do, and you were injured so gravely, and then you saw fit to hurt yourself further by apologizing to the others...

[She could be Nanami with how much she's pausing right now, but at least she finally got to the part about the apology that bothered her so much. And why she'd reacted so strongly. If he hadn't been injured, he's welcome to use that method of apology if he thinks it necessary. But not at the cost of his own health. Not for anyone in their class.]