Blade was in love with you. That much was certain.

You two had been close since before he was Blade, when he was the man from the past. Yingxing.

He lost you, then. After he lost himself; a broken man pushed by greed and want to pursue what he thinks is right.

Yingxing — Blade— is not the man you used to know. Not the same man who used to kiss your tears away; pluck flowers from trees, shoo away bees, before carefully tucking it behind your ear; hold you when you needed him most.

Blade’s eyes widened when he saw you alongside the Astral Express, your eyes locked and familiarity struck him like lightning.

“.. you.” He pointed out, eyes wide.