[ His free hand quickly grips the affected wrist, reflexively trying to soothe the pain. When he looks away from it to face the mage, he looks nothing short of betrayed.

Seconds pass him by, and hurt flares to frustration, fueling anger. ]

What the hell was that?! Why? I'm on your side, I wouldn't have showed up if I wasn't! [ Looking between Henry and the stolen eye, Otonashi's breathing spikes; he becomes intimately aware of the lack of a racing heart. ]

Why won't you just let me help you!?