[ Including any potential last-minute future crimes they're likely fortunate to be avoiding...apparently.

Ironically, that very night Blade himself hadn't been certain of their interactions from that point - thinking himself no different from a wild animal without a leash. One who would have easily lost his mind - and did - at the slightest press upon his own mind. ]

Anyone who does, I'll make scatter.

[ Blade's immediately thinking of brandishing Shard Sword in that case. Well, he's still a man who chooses to leap to violence first rather than words. But, who knows. Maybe a glare can satisfy the ideal conditions. ]

...I did.

I can be persistent, when it suits me.

[ His lips curl upwards into a little smirk; triumphant. Because his efforts bore fruit - even with all of the madness, he had been at work when he had seen to it. That night was just him putting those finishing touches - and he hadn't the chance to offer it because of everything that happened afterwards. So, there he goes, extricating it from his pocket, holding it to Dan Heng. ]

...And, I wanted you to keep something that I made. Permanently.