He had followed the Falcon - his strange companion into the Birchwood forest, on command that his fellow brothers would soon follow. "Where are you taking me, my strange friend?" His voice flat, controlled despite the quick pace he was maintaining to keep up with the bird. The falcon zipped through the trees, as if following a path, then fizzled. Zane's eyes narrowed and observed as the Falcon crashed to the ground.

Zane silently approached the Falcon, kneeling down as the bird fizzed, yet made no sound. "Strange." He commented blandly, his hand pryed open the birds chest, revealing cogs that struggled to turn. "You are a robotic creation." His eyes fell upon a particular symbol. He took note of this very symbol, and keenly observed the area.

He begun to walk, cradling the Falcon to his chest as if he were taking care of it. He could not feel the warmth from its feathers, though that was to be expected. Zane had never particularly been the one to experience the sensation of touch.

Encountering a set of trees, his gaze fell onto a tree with the same peculiar pattern. One hand moved away from the Falcon, and onto the tree, gently pressing down, with intent to examine, rather so the door opened. Zane silently looked around, then stepped inside.

It was a workshop. Wooden shelves, various objects of unknown origin spread about. But one curious thing caught his attention as he lay the falcon on the workbench infront of him. The Falcon's blueprint. "You are a creation." Zane began, the Falcon sparked again, Zane's eyes snapped back to the bird, as it reanimated. "I wonder who made you." He remarked again. He briskly examined the two blueprints on top of the work bench, then moved them out of the way to pick up the one underneath.

It only took a few seconds for Zane to realise what was in his grasp. "No!" He yelled, releasing the page as it fell to the floor. His eyes widen. The Falcon let out a squawk. "It can't be—" He stepped back he felt his limbs stiffen. He collasped to the floor, a loud thunk sounded.