He notices the way Futaba tries to suppress her emotions, the tears still clinging to her cheeks, and even in the lingering dread, his heart breaks a little. That's the last thing he ever wanted- to hurt her. He reaches out, his hand still too steady for how shit he feels, and (tried to) gently squeeze her shoulder. Then, he turns his attention to the others again, trying to quiet down his fans.

"I see. Ok," he says, still not quite back to normal, but not as unsteady anymore. "I'm going to have to take a look at that, and- whatever you do, I want in on it. After... that, I'm even more certain he needs to be stopped."

He says it all with a scowl, trying channel his fury, drown out the impending sense of doom, of inadequacy for his failure.