Rajnos fell to his knees at that point, Evil couldn't bear to continue the transfer; she had fallen with the Warlord as well. She laid on the ground, chest heaving for air. Marka just sat, dumbfounded, but Evil grabbed his arm and started again; she had to finish for him to understand why she acted the way she did. She showed him the next few days and made him feel everything she felt; the tragedy of the rape, the pain of the injuries, the loss of the leg and her maidenhood, his blind lust, and her fear of carrying Agbas' child. She kept going with the depression, the thoughts of suicide, the hormonal surges, the long and difficult labor and the decision to keep Agbas son. And with that final thought, she stilled and let go of Marka's arm. She couldn't see Bane anymore, and with desperation she stood and made the most sorrowful and sickening noise Marka had ever heard. It churned his guts and broke something inside him. She screamed Ciylos name out loud and in her mind and started running; presumably in his direction.
Marka continued to sit, the stifling heat plastering his dark hair to his forehead and neck. He pushed it back and held his hands there on his head, leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees and tried to breathe. He was at a loss. How had all of this transpired? How had Agba known? And how had he been 6 steps ahead of them at every turn? How had he himself been so blind? Evil was more powerful than he could ever hope to be. A very real shiver went down his spine. She could kill him at any moment if she wished; what if she knew? While she held him, he hadn't been able to think or see clearly. He didn't know if the mind block was still in place; he couldn't feel if their bond was still intact or if her and Jarrons soul bond still existed. He popped his head up off his hands, how did she know Ciylo? They had never met. Ragnos stood quickly and turned and what he saw had him flabbergasted.