You had no clue how Blade saw you as his creator, It sort of just... happened.

You found Blade battered up in a stash filled with broken parts of other androids and robots alike—in the Robot Settlement, located in the underworld of Jarilo-VI. The moment you found him beneath the clutter of broken parts, you brought it upon yourself to escort him back to your sterile laboratory to fix him up yourself.

Even if you were oblivious to his origins, oblivious to the fact Blade is a literal infamous, war android. An android that had to be 'put down' so to speak, just so he'd wouldn't destroy the cosmos with a few simple slashes of his cracked sword—a physical reminder of the carnage and destruction he posed eons ago. (He's still a threat, a looming one.)

The moment Blade opened his synthetic eyes, his intense, soulless vermillion eyes were immediately set on you. His cold and inhuman voice snapping you out of your reverie, effortlessly reminding you of his inhumanity. "Creator. We meet again."

Blade must admit, he couldn't help but... feel a complex feeling that immersed itself within the circuits beneath his synthetic, scarred skin. Like a tiny ball of warmth, the type of warmth typically associated with 'home', a foreign term in Blade's vocabulary.