[Ranma lets out a little huff as he finally sits upright, turning to look down at Akane for the first time from his perch on the roof. She looks worse than he'd thought she would, to be honest. And that surprises him for a second, but he pushes it aside. This... situation needs to be dealt with.]
There ain't nothin' either of us can do about it now anyway, Akane! There's no point in mopin' around and wishin'!
[Though honestly, Ranma's only sort of half there himself. No one he's ever known has died on him, no matter how badly they got beaten up. And Kunou was a particularly resilient breed. The idea of him being dead was unreal. It hasn't fully sunken in yet as a result. Ranma was still half convinced that he'd pop up again, maybe even right out of the earth, bokken raised and eyes wide, yelling "Saotome, I fight on!!!"]
[He slumps back a little, frowning deeply at Akane. Really, her fear and paranoia was bound to be the end of her. If it didn't get to him first, anyway.] And that... that won't happen. Just- no way. This place is weird, but it still ain't like we're gettin' picked off one by one or somethin'.