[And apparently, underneath all the pride, underneath all the haughtiness and cold decisiveness and brutal mercilessness, there is still something there that is decisively him, that isn't warped and cruel and selfish but a trait that may have been distorted over the years, now in its pure and simplest form:

A desire to protect.

The boy didn't ask for help. He may not even want his help. Perhaps he'll hate Shido just for being so bold. It matters not. He is suffering, and from the way his hands scrabble against the dirt, quite distressed. His body will not move the way he wants it to...

It must be terrifying.

He finally gets up and walks over. The question is, how does he do this...? There's a tree nearby, one of the unmoving ones, though he hesitates to prop him against any tree after what he had just witnessed. Luckily, there appears to be an alternative: a huge mossy boulder set into the ground. But it's not close enough that he won't have to do a substantial amount of dragging to actually bring him over.

Goddamnit. Sigh...]

... I apologize.

[Guess who's awkwardly scooping you up, Akira? He'll... try to make this as quick and painless as possible, at least, by hurrying over to the rock and setting him back down, carefully, with his back against it.]

Don't struggle so much. Rest and conserve your energy. Your health is more important than your pride.