[ Blade pauses at the first words, letting them sink in. Yoru says something like that, and he isn't sure what to make of it. If he should ever tell him what he is...perhaps, from his own perspective. But, it is surprising still - though, it's something he will mull on. Whatever kind of answer he will arrive at. ]

...Maybe. Before, I wouldn't have accepted that.

[ His mind fashioned himself as only a "blade". A weapon - of vengeance, and one who pursued that other wretched goal too. But now...his gaze settles, instead of distant, considering. Not entirely too open, yet as warm as it is for him. ]

There are words, if you feel suit this undefined camaraderie. Maybe it will be easier to tell as we talk more.

[ Is 'camaraderie' still a word he should use? He doesn't know. They both know easier terms for their other important people, Blade is sure of it. Is it because they hadn't known each other fully? Yet, there was a deep connection? He does know he considers Yoru important as well. ]

I had already decided to consider you worth my loyalty. You too are someone who is more than one's own sins. An individual who carves his own path. Regardless of how it is done.

...It won't hurt, to share a drink. To commemorate the bond.

[ Let's be real, Blade definitely brought at least one bottle for this occasion. Though, Yoru doesn't have to entertain it. ]