Bane puts his cake down slowly, and stares ahead, then looks to Baz.<br/><br/>Up until this morning, murder, war, and like shit had rarely ever crossed his mind.  He wasn't that sort.<br/><br/>Now he saw something he wanted.  Something he wanted more than survival.<br/><br/>"Slayers." He mumbles.  "I'm only one man.  Now that I'm in this deep... I'll fight the rest of this war alone if I have to."  That sounded beyond arrogant... but, to him, at that very moment, Bane knew that he meant it; in that instant, it was his deepest conviction; he wasn't an animal, content to eat out of the garbage all his life just to make it.  "But you should be asking Halvorson that.  I'll go as far as I can, and if the slayers would like to march the same path I'm willing to, they're more than welcome." He jabs the fork into the cake and leaves it there.  "Looks like I hopped the right train this mornin'... it's barrelin' off the tracks, only way to get where I wanna go... and now there ain't no gettin' off it anymore."