It's so hard to concentrate on anything around him, but to not be aware of when Hijikata is there and when Hijikata is not would be a time when there literally was nothing left of him to be aware with. But, it doesn't have the desired effect, even if it carries a familiar string of the expected one that Souji always hits the other with, no matter how good his intentions are.

( because he doesn't get it, he doesn't want his help, he doesn't want his attention, he doesn't want his concern, he doesn't want his pity, he doesn't want him to do exactly as he feared—as he knew the other would do—and leave him behind again, because once was bad enough—)

"Get away!" he snaps as he rips his hand from his mouth, immediately reaching to grab at Hijikata's shoulder with it still covered in blood and give him a shove to emphasize his point. His heart is racing a thousand miles a minute, but he can't tell if it's because of what's occurring or because of what's occurring with Hijikata right there. "Run—"

There's a bit of a desperate plea that shows itself there despite attempts to hide it and Souji brings his hand back to cough into the back it and his wrist, sinking to just fall a little more against the wall even as his right hand is reaches towards the tsuka of his wakizashi.

This is going to end badly.