[He tries to take comfort in her presence, in her arm for some minutes. But it does little to help. Really, it's as if he's waiting for her to take it back. To say that she was wrong, that what she saw really was a genjutsu, or that this was a particularly distasteful joke that he couldn't grasp the humor of. But with the lack of any explanation, and the echoes of Sakura's sincerity matched with her attempts at comfort, it made that empty, gaping hole spread within him as the truth started to force its way into his consciousness.
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He soon, abruptly, started to pull himself away.]
Would you... please excuse me.