Raju's eyebrows draw together, concern deepening the lines of his frown. He goes to his knees so he can lean further forward, moving one hand to the back of Francis' head, the back of his neck. "What more could you have done?" It's less a question and more of a statement, a demand. "You gave everything you could to keep anyone more from getting hurt, you nearly died for it. Look at you, even bringing yourself there and back took a toll. If anyone's killing here, it wasn't your hand that gave the weapon over. You did everything you could."