"Not quite sane? The boy is an idiot, dear Roa, a bona-fide imbecile. That's why I keep him around, yessir; he's stupid enough to put himself on the line for the sheer sake of doing evil. Deathwatch here follows my orders to the letter, but he does it out of loyalty and honour - Aeon just thinks it will make him "cool", yessir. It's almost amusing. If he were to hone his time-bending abilities, he could be an unbeatable opponent. But, no, instead he flitters along carelessly, bullying others and determining himself to make at least some semblance of an impression, yessir. I remember when I used to be smug and egotistical like him. Five thousand years trapped, alone, in another dimension made me think otherwise, yessir." Grinning his usual evil-Chesire-Cat grin, Blackmore stroked his chin. "Besides which, watching him make a fool of himself is always entertaining, yessir."