[Hinata lurches forward slightly, automatically--to catch her, but the hysterical note in her voice keeps him from reaching out to grab. His mind is wracking, trying to think of how he can show...

Ah.

He kneels slowly without coming closer, reaching under his jacket.] I won't come any closer, if you don't want me to. Hell, I'll even leave. [He pulls out a familiar hunting knife. Shaking off the sheath, he brings it to his palm, cutting in one clean motion (this isn't extreme). Then he lets it fall to the grass, spreading his fingers as blood starts to drip down his fingers...]

But I'm really here. I'm alive-- I'm me. And you know that I'd rather do this to myself a thousand times than do anything to trick or hurt you.