His hands haven't stopped shaking. There's a momentary battle as they loosen and then tighten all over again until his grip was enough to turn his knuckles white underneath those gloves. He can't let go even as the rational thought starts to trickle back in. He is the enemy and he shouldn't care. He keeps repeating that over and over.

Still, he can't drop him. He's not allowed to kill. This is, no was, his friend. He's breathing a little hard as the sheer momentum of the situation and the rage of confusion catches up to him. It's like his entire brain has paused as he fights to rationalize the situation. He's angry yet his face is reading of sheer panic and confusion like a child needing to be consoled that what he did was right.

"Don't think.... that this proves anything." he breathes out harshly, "I simply cannot let you die."