"I just want to die. Why won't death come for me?" Blade moaned, his bloodied body writhing in agony.

He had endured too much pain in his immortal life; too much sorrow, too much suffering. He had been used, manipulated, and betrayed, only to survive and endure yet more torment.

As the wounds from his latest battle were tended to, he felt a deep desperation inside, a longing for peace that could only be achieved in death.

"My patience is wearing thin," Blade whispered softly, "I just want my suffering to end."