<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">'Honestly... To think I should watch my dear Blake risk his life for foolish children like these two. Not only that, but then there's her... Yes it had to be her... Why was it her? Why was it not me... What does he see in her?'</span><br/><br/>Despite her expression, cold as the winds of Winter... Blazed did her mind, like the ever burning sun. While she had no choice in helping Blake, she knew Blake too well to leave the two to wait at Death's door. Their pain ended by her sweet embrace.<br/><br/>Finally at the ground floor of her dear mystic's home, worked into the natural landscape of the mysterious forest... She opened the first door on her left, her eyes darting over to the crimson-haired blunder of a samurai. A blunder in her ruby eyes. She still could not believe this boy... Let alone dispel his reckless abandon and foolishness. He was about the same age as Blake, but even Blake would not acted as he had three days before. Challenging a powerful enemy for something as petty as revenge... His single-minded focus more so left him a fledgling novice. Growing a pair of steel balls, but then to have them sliced off.<br/><br/>"As I thought. You're finally awake." She finally spoke, easing her gaze as she turned to Haruki. "And right on time... You have a visitor." And with that, she pushed Nyoko into the room, a soft scoff leaving her lips as she left the room.</span>