"Whatever<span style="font-style: italic">then</span>was... You need not think on it. That was then, and this is now." Blake looked up at the man. "He could be plotting to strike us down even as we speak, but we'll merely go crazy if we think on the what-ifs. And thinking on past mistakes, be it our fault or out of our hands is just as maddeningly unhelpful. I have not forgotten that<span style="font-style: italic">"He"</span>is coming after us... But in my opinion, the one I feel should truly be worried is Me."<br/><br/>As he spoke, Blake held out his right hand as high as he could, allowing the two to see the Black Samurai's mark. The devil's face glowed in an ominous red light. "I am the one his focus is truly on. I doubt that changes anything... But you cannot sit here and carry all the weight here."