[ Blade is not an optimist. He isn't even a realist.

Believing in things happening for the better doesn't exist for him. It won't ever. Or so he thinks, anyway. He offered threats, but couldn't make good on them. ]

Isn't it clear that we're at his mercy? At any time he could have had our throats slit; our bodies smashed, and our lives snuffed out.

But, we breathe. To live at his whims, to dance to his tune.

[ There's a pause. ]

Death is inevitable for all things. An eternity doesn't exist even for an Aeon.