Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.
But Zane, he wasn't God.
He wasn't even a Human for most people.
He was filth.
And since filth weren't supposed to shout and complain, Zane wasn't filth anymore as well.
Xavier knew that.
So instead of simple filth, he called Zane something else.
Fallen filth.
Someone who fell from their existence of being filth.
The first Ashbearer held Zane in the air and with all his strength, he launched the gutterborn towards his sister. Towards the Emberlord.
And he didn't just launch him, he made sure to demand something from Zane.
The demand being…
"Go and bite him too."
Zane said nothing and he knew it would be useless.
But for Milo, he was ready to throw a dart in the dark.
He tore through the air and with his chains, went straight for the Emberlord's back.
Zane knew Coin might flick his finger again but he already tied his coffin on his head.
He was a dead man walking.
