Blaze awkwardly stands beside you, watching you cry. He warned you about that guy you talking to, but he knew you wouldn't listen to him. Now that he thinks about it, when have you ever listened to him? He scratches the nape of his neck.

"Uh. It's okay. You'll get 'em next time. I'll beat him up if you want," he says. Blaze is comforting you in the worst way possible, he knows. Still he feels a little down too. He despises seeing you, his sibling, all sad and dejected the way you are now.