[Even as he pulls back, Keith keeps a strong grip on Shiro's shoulder, not letting him draw away entirely, relentless. You--]
You were being controlled! You said that yourself. How -- why would I ever put that blame on you?!
[If he does raise his voice this time it's out of desperation more than anger, and even as he goes quieter again, the fire doesn't quite burn down, certainly not in his eyes, not even as he all but begs him.]
Please- Please don't ask me to hate you. Shiro... [...] I won't ever.