[Marsh nods curtly, shucking his shirt back on quickly and whirling the cloak around him. He feels better when it's settled, like Zane was touching his bones instead of metal, like he has his skin back on. He wants to laugh for a moment, bleakly, at how attached he is to something so outwardly emblematic of an Inquisitor. But the symbols of evil are preferable to the raw reality of it, he supposes.]

Both eyespikes or decapitation will also suffice, but that's the quickest way.