With no word from the Warlord the entire time they had been there, Evil resigned herself to just being stuck on Kabine. She lay on her side on the cold sterile sheets of the small bed in her quarters on the ship, arm propping her head up, staring at her son. He was sleeping peacefully, pressed up against her belly, snoring softly. She hated herself for it, but her instincts were so strong that every time he was asleep she found herself cooing at him deep in her throat. Jarron had finally left her alone, only bringing food a few times a day, which she appreciated but she appreciated more that she was alone. For some reason, in her soul, it felt right that she be lonely. It was a feeling her body was used to. Looking down, she realized her infant had stopped snoring and was beginning to wake and she stiffened in fear; she was terrified of him being awake. At least when he was sleeping he wasn't threatening her feelings or challenging her to kill him. Frozen for a half second, she finally leaned down and began to lick his back with her rough tongue and he soon was snoring soundly again. She knew the days were coming in which he wouldn't sleep near as often and she dreaded it wholeheartedly. Two thoughts crossed her mind in the same second; maybe she should just kill him now and be done with it: should I name him? She growled at herself and rolled away from him and off the bed finding her groove in the floor and began to pace. Certainly by now Marka would have had to have felt his presence, why had there been no word from him? She had given up on him mating her properly, even if her infant would have been fathered by him. Even with her heightened powers she could not get a read on him. She knew he was alive but so consumed by something that not even the future of his empire could drag him away from it. Her crippled leg began to throb and she stopped pacing and sat at the window, rubbing the stump where the metal frame met flesh, cursing that day and the current one. She found herself searching for Jarron outside and sighed again as she found him coming towards the ship with her meal. Maybe she should just kill her son and then herself. It wasn't as if she were going to survive this anyways. Except that maybe by some grace Marka would accept her rape as not her fault and allow her to live in solitude somewhere, but not with her son. Ragnos would surely kill him once he knew the truth, so why prolong it? Lost in thought she hadn't noticed that Jarron had come and gone and only when she saw him walking along the beach again did she realize that he had left food, and taken her son.