<span style="font-style: italic">"You didn't get everything right."</span><span style="font-style: italic">"I never had a child and a wife to begin with. I just can't stand that asshole doing whatever he wants and killing whoever he feels like. That's all."</span><span style="font-style: italic">"Though, you got Nyoko right. Me and my sensei took care of her after her parents were killed by the Black Samurai. You wouldn't leave a child in the streets, would you? I was taught not to."</span><span style="font-style: italic">"Of course we'd want revenge, but it's not all about that. I just don't want anyone else to wake up one day and find out that his family is dead. It's really that simple. You don't need elaborate reasons to want to kill a freak that's obsessed with pointlessly murdering people."</span><br/><br/>"You're right. You don't need a reason to kill such a twisted person... In truth, one could kill whomever they wanted, but that does not mean all must stand down and allow it." Blake started, not surprised that he was right about something in spite of all that rambling. "But my goal in that rambling was merely to put some puzzle pieces together. True, I could have asked, but I had theories, why not take a stab, am I right?" His face soon turned dark in emotion, as he turned to face Haruki. "And well... Nobody truly knows this, but that first part of my rambling was about me... There was a girl I once loved when we were children under the care of my teacher. Some birthday present he gave me...." He said, gloom clear in his voice. "It was a long time, and yet... It's still clear as day to me. Like it happened yesterday."