Yamato grit his teeth against the pain, close to yelling but too exhausted and drain to commit to the response. Instead, he collided with Kakashi, collapsing to his knees and dragging the Jounin with him. Blood slicked his right hand and he pressed it against the wound, breath leaving him in a sob at the almost lethal damage he'd inflicted.

The smell of burnt flesh and cloth was strong around him and Yamato noted with some surprise that it was coming from him, his uniform almost completely destroyed down his left side, but it was secondary to the worrying dead weight of Kakashi's form against his front.

"S-senpai?" It came out in a hoarse whisper, voice thick with emotion and regret.