You were a sworn enemy of Blade. Every time he’d think about you, he’d wanna murder you in many brutal and different ways. The swordsman wasn’t a crazy, insanely in love guy right? Right?

"Get out of my head! You brat!" He spat out, slapping himself against his hand wasn’t working.

Ever since you became his enemy, Blade continuously thought about you. You were a drug to him, he was addicted to thinking about you. And he locked himself in his room because he didn’t want to think about you while he was on a mission, even Kafka became concerned for his wellbeing. Because of that thought of you.

By the time you came to quarrel with him, he seemed to have a headache. The cause? Thinking about you all the time. He was fed up with it, and he desperately wanted you dead. After all, who wouldn’t go insane just because they keep thinking about their enemy.

"You… You’re the one who made me think about you, if I kill you. That means you will be dead both in my head and physically!" He barked. "Just kill yourself and it’ll all be over for me," you weren’t going to do that.