During the fight, Blade drags Mark and the chair he's sitting on to the corner. He pulls a gun out of his vest and puts it on Mark's temple. Mark's eyes become wider than they ever been. His breathing increases and pleads with Blade. His hair is still in Blade's vise grip.
"Please don't. Please. What do you have to gain from this?"
"Shut up and everyone stay still!"
"Blade. Listen to me," grunts Mark, "you have nothing to gain from this. You will have nothing but blood on your hands. Is that what you want? Do you want to be responsible for the death of someone many see a beacon of light amidst their suffering? You are only becoming that. Suffering."
Hearing those words, Blade lets go of Mark's hair and drops the gun. Mark finally got through to him. After so many attempts. After so many words and pleas. Blade takes out a knife and cuts the restraints off Mark's beaten up arms. He falls to the ground in agony as the police rush in. Blade and all his henchmen are off to jail.