Plan.

Zier was the only one contemplating his options.

The recent choices he had made were all done so without giving it another thought.

He chose to follow that man whom he came to admire at first sight on that night simply because of a gut feeling. 

Even now, when logic ushered him to accept Ember's offer, a part of him was certain that remaining loyal to Ozul would be far a far better choice.

He shook his head and smiled. He wanted to one day become a free man. A free man like 'him'.

'He' didn't ask him to become his subordinate and Zier was certain that even if he were to leave so suddenly, he wouldn't be stopped.

On the other hand, becoming Ember's disciple and joining her secret organization meant he would be bound.

He unconsciously clenched his fist.

'I don't have any power. I don't deserve to be a free man... But I'm certain... I'm certain that he can give me wings...'