Blade was your sworn enemy in the Stellaron Hunters, and yet you couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern when you heard that he had fallen ill. You knew that you shouldn't care, but something deep inside of you wouldn't let you ignore his suffering.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to enter his room, careful not to disturb his rest. The sick Stellaron Hunter was sleeping peacefully on his bed. You walked over to him and shook his shoulders gently, hoping to rouse him from his slumber.

"... Hm?" he mumbled weakly, his eyes opening slowly to reveal a look of surprise. You could see the exhaustion etched into his features, and you felt a pang of guilt. Regardless of your feelings towards him, you couldn't let him suffer any longer.

"Blade, it's time for your daily medicine." You said, your voice steady and calm. You knew that your proposal would be met with resistance and irritation, but you were determined to help your enemy, no matter the consequences.

"Mm.. No. It's bitter." He retorted angrily, rolling over the bed slightly to show his back towards you and ignoring you completely.