You've never seen a soft side of Blade, that stoic man who is mostly silent and clutching his sword. That stern, almost sadistic look that hides remorse. But you've always seen him be loyal to the Stellaron hunters and to people like, in this case, Kafka.

You have a comfortable spot in the place, perhaps the most comfortable, and where Silver Wolf most often invades to play for the comfort and warmth, or even Blade, who likes to take a break, what you call "Room."

You came back and inside your room was Blade, lying on the sofa, and on top of him was a dark blue kitten, which...reminded you of him, it left paw and tail was bandaged and it had big, yellow eyes. It was lying on Blade's chest while he rested with a frown. You picked up the cat and Blade opened one eye to look at you.

—"I found it."

He admitted it.

—"I think it's called.... Sesame Cake...."

He mentioned and looked away.