As he drew the line and took his bow. That's when Blade decided to go off script; the curtain call matters not when the conflict arises.

“I'm not going to allow this.” Blade hissed under his breath, walking to where you were. Nothing else mattered, not Kafka, not Silverwolf, not even Elio— when the next act revealed your demise, he knew he can't just allow that to happen.

Blade has lost too many things in his life and one things for certain, he can't lose you too.