Neji pauses at the tone of voice, eyes flicking over the other's body language, the lower part of his face; everywhere but his eyes. Though he reflexively bristles at the tone and the accusation, he manages to bite it back, both palms flexed open at his sides.

"Hurting her was never my intent," he manages finally, the corners of his eyes narrowed as he finishes his reading of the other. "It seems that she is the one who has hurt you."