I'll look after you.

You were always drunk, yet you were taken care of by who? You faced the toilet, going to throw up - your chest and stomach feeling a burn due to the alcohol. Your hair was being held back as your stomach was prepared to throw up yet couldn't.

"You mortal being... Why must I always look after you?" Blade says with a huff as he reached down, holding your hair. The other hand pointing out two fingers out, going into your mouth with the intention to forcefully make you throw up.