Not meeting with any of their stares, Nyoko remained adamant in her stance. Even as the old flowers and stalks dried, faded and died, withering under the aura of death, oozing from the Black Samurai, new ones sprouted from the translucent lake of crystal-clear liquid. She didn't speak for a long time, simply perceiving those beautiful flowers bloom.<br/><br/>"Because me and Haruki are two different things. I am not, unlike my brother, obsessed by revenge to the point of getting my head cut off for it, or my body mangled to a bloody mesh. Don't think of us two as of one and the same thing." she spoke, calm, cold and determined, unlike ever before - even Haruki has only seen her act like this only after the death of their master.<br/><br/>With those words, she pulled the blade out of the dark monster's body. The flowers started to fade, and she quickly moved to catch Blake and Haruki into her arms, with strength surprisingly great for the body of a lady she possessed, at the same time acting as a shield between them and the Black Samurai. "Now, begone... I can do awful things to you." she exclaimed, with the same coldness in her voice. "I will be merciful, and give you a few more weeks, but if you don't disappear, I won't show you any compassion."