An end in the sense of conclusion, or purpose? She envisions the finish line as a mirage that tempts him onward as one urgent and wholly unavoidable matter gives rise to another of equal import and his Sisyphean labors, as it were, begin anew. He is honor-bound which is, traditionally, a masculine construct — "a man has to do what a man ..." and so forth, the reasoning is secondary so long as one sticks to his guns, which Venom does quite literally.
Oh, why a soldier? She bemoans in her head like some histrionic widow-to-be. But indeed, why is it not the baker or the butcher that is the object of her thoughts? Goodness knows she has had her fill of characters yet here he is uprooting her from her perpetual indifference time and again.
Eli offers up a sour smile in response to the inevitable explosion from Master Miller, but little does the good officer know it is not uncommon of a child to accept blame and admonish itself without intervention.
The door clatters back and the realization that Ocelot is not in attendance gives her pause and she is rather slow to disembark with her defence absent, until Venom himself orders her to circumvent their fiery judicator.
"Ah. Thanks ..." she murmurs back, made slightly bashful by his rescue but obliged nonetheless. She sidesteps Kaz but lingers then on the platform; Snake can see the girl looking over her shoulder at her crippled detractor, her open collar beating in the wind.
Washed and changed into her graying hand-me-down shirt she ruminates at her desk for several minutes, then jots a note in ink. Eli leaves her room and heads for Miller's quarters, where she crouches and inconspicuously slides the torn paper under the door. Sooner or later we must talk., reads the note.
She reopens her eyes in the half-light and watches the fluorescent strip on the wall emit frigid, white rays until her bed starts to mirror a dissection table and she must sit up, look instead at her dangling feet. Sleep eludes her. She thinks of her aloof compliance with Venom's admission; she didn't appeal to his emotions then, or stir up a fuss in protest. It would be untoward. And she is composed even now, as water trickles down her cheeks. She takes her face in hands without a sound. When the ache subsides Eli lies on her side and tries to sleep.
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Oh, why a soldier? She bemoans in her head like some histrionic widow-to-be. But indeed, why is it not the baker or the butcher that is the object of her thoughts? Goodness knows she has had her fill of characters yet here he is uprooting her from her perpetual indifference time and again.
Eli offers up a sour smile in response to the inevitable explosion from Master Miller, but little does the good officer know it is not uncommon of a child to accept blame and admonish itself without intervention.
The door clatters back and the realization that Ocelot is not in attendance gives her pause and she is rather slow to disembark with her defence absent, until Venom himself orders her to circumvent their fiery judicator.
"Ah. Thanks ..." she murmurs back, made slightly bashful by his rescue but obliged nonetheless. She sidesteps Kaz but lingers then on the platform; Snake can see the girl looking over her shoulder at her crippled detractor, her open collar beating in the wind.
Washed and changed into her graying hand-me-down shirt she ruminates at her desk for several minutes, then jots a note in ink. Eli leaves her room and heads for Miller's quarters, where she crouches and inconspicuously slides the torn paper under the door. Sooner or later we must talk., reads the note.
She reopens her eyes in the half-light and watches the fluorescent strip on the wall emit frigid, white rays until her bed starts to mirror a dissection table and she must sit up, look instead at her dangling feet. Sleep eludes her. She thinks of her aloof compliance with Venom's admission; she didn't appeal to his emotions then, or stir up a fuss in protest. It would be untoward. And she is composed even now, as water trickles down her cheeks. She takes her face in hands without a sound. When the ache subsides Eli lies on her side and tries to sleep.