The sky began to darken while Ilman sat alone on the artificial landmass' shore. His brain barely recorded whenever he emptied another bottle, and he completely forgot about it once all the booze was gone.
Ilman truly didn't know what to do, and considering his options didn't help. He couldn't even follow Khan's example since his situation was quite different, as well as his feelings toward the Niqols.
Khan had been able to do what he did through a mixture of personal and political power accumulated over ten years. Liiza also couldn't help but accept the kidnapping. Part of her had probably hoped for that ever since Khan had left Nitis.
Meanwhile, Ilman had no mighty force at his command that could create some leverage in the political environment. He was a simple man juggling between love and loyalty toward his species.
