Let's see this sword of yours. [Mercury tosses him Blade's sword] Titanium, right? Acid-etched. I'll get used to a weapon like this. [Turns the security device off in Blade's face] What? You look surprised. I told you, Blade. I know everything about you. Hold out your arm Quinn.
Why, man? I mean, these are like all better.
Hold out your arm. Now.
Deac, I-- [Extends his arm]
He can't hear you, honey. The thirst has got him now. [Quinn hands him the EDTA vials] What do we have here? The precious serum. How long's it been since you shot up? 12, 13 hours maybe? [Holds a vial to Blade's face] Bet your just dyin' for a drink, aren't you? What's it feel like? Is your blood on fire?
Try some. You might like it.
Thanks, but I prefer the real thing. In any event, I don't think you'll be needing these anymore.
[Frost throws them into the abyss]
