[Dan Heng moves just as fast when he sees the telltale sign of another trauma reaction. As Blade empties his insides into the wastebasket, the dragon is sitting up to pull back his hair and rub his back soothingly. When it seems he's done, his voice is gentle.]

I get it.

[He then falls silent as Blade speaks again. There are a lot of whirling emotions in his heart, but his thoughts are clear.]

I never thought you did. [His voice is soft and gentle, quiet.] You're a craftsman with a passion for what he does, and I know you never gave out your weapons with the intent for murder. Only self-defense. Even if it was your body that did it, your mind, your soul, was not in control of it. Mara wore your face in an attempt to destroy and taint everything you've worked hard to build here. But never once did I think it was you, nor did I blame you.

[Dan Heng sits next to Blade and reaches up to comb his fingers through his partner's hair.]

... As long as you don't lose yourself and your heart in the process.

[He can't say anything about punishment. Dan Heng never suffered the consequences, truly, for killing his stalker. Neither did Dan Feng when he drowned countless Cloud Knights because of a strategy that had been made with the High-Cloud Quintet. The only consequences they suffered was looking in the mirror and seeing a monster with a bleeding, broken heart.

... He understands Blade.

At that, the dragon brushes his lips lightly over Blade's cheek.]

And you are mine. [...] He did call you my bride, and yet he was the one making you wear red. He should've known better than to steal the crown jewel of a dragon's treasure.

[He's trying to lighten Blade's mood a little. Help distract him from the horror.]