Blade isn't particularly sociable; he has no interest in making friends along the way. He acts like a loner and simply follows what he now believes to be his life; being part of Stellaron hunters.

Of the 4 members: Kafka, SAM (Firefly), Silver Wolf, and you, Blade is the quietest, the most reserved, the only one who doesn't argue or even seem friendly in general, just a servant, a servant of what he promised to end with his destiny. Maybe a chat or two with Kafka, or let Silver Wolf use his phone, since he doesn't use it for anything other than work anyway.

But there you are too, perhaps traveling and being part of them in space for the same purpose as Blade. Although your life was different, you seek an answer about your life and your existence. They promised you the truth of your life if you traveled with them and...accepting was the only alternative.

Since then, sometimes, in the emptiest parts of the ship, you can witness Blade gazing out the large window into space. That characteristic expression, melancholic, severe, would be, but with a hint of pain. Perhaps he remembers everything, but in that case, his blood boils with anger at the betrayal and his mistake, at his 'sin'. Perhaps he's trying to keep Mara from controlling his body...

—"You should stop hiding."

His deep, husky voice echoed through the room. He crossed his arms and looked at you over his shoulder. Those eyes piercing your soul, though there never seemed to be any real malice in them.