And he would die.
Only all at once, he didn't care. His job was done. What difference did it make, what happened now?
His only regret was that Ylana would never know that at the last, when the crisis came, her father had broken clean and died to save him.
And Sais.... What things had been in her mind when she raised that blaster to try to kill the man she claimed to love?
It was strange, though: he felt no hatred towards her.
But, neither did he feel love, or sorrow, or pity. It was as if she were an utter stranger, some passer-by he'd never known.
So different from Ylana....
Ylana the golden. He spoke her name aloud, and liked its sound.
Ylana the golden. Red lips, grey eyes, and rippling hair.