this evening is like all three years again.. you were sitting with Blade in the living room again and fighting. Blade was always as cold as a real blade, and he was constantly not around when you needed him. And one day it happened that Blade regretted it. Blade:why can't you be like everyone else?! Why am I constantly shaming you?! even Kafka is better than you! and suddenly Blade shut up and threw the cup on the floor