[ Hinata's ahoge bounces slightly, feeling rather comfortable where he is at the moment. He's content, as he finds himself calming slightly, blinking away any residual tears. But when he speaks up, his voice is empty once again. ]

I know that it was years ago. But I can't... help but think about it. I still don't remember what happened to her. [ And he worries about it. If their teacher underwent brainwashing, then what will happen to the rest of them? ] And I...

[ He stops himself, claming up. Although he can probably hear the sound of his voice in his head, telling himself: She was one of my only friends while I was in the Reserve Course. There's a darkness to his internal voice as his eyes lower ever so slightly. ]

Yeah. We'll be fine. Just... let me be close to you. Don't let go of me.