Yuya's expression slips at the lack of answer, and his gaze drifts over the rest of Gongenzaka's body. It's too much to take in, all at once, he can't focus on the individual wounds as much as the whole. God, it's so bad.

His grip tightens as panic grips his heart again and he looks up at Zangetsu, pleading.

"Can you carry him?" They have to get help, but he doesn't want to leave him here.