Ocelot smiled obscurely, also thankful for a moment of respite.
"I think most of us want to rule the world, actually. A hangar for some bees..." he shrugged wryly. "Modest in comparison."
So that was the hornet soldier. Interesting. It seemed the Major got along better with the Pain than the Fury, at any rate.
The undergarments had been Stovich's then; that took a little edge off the crime. Not nearly enough to quiet the foreboding in his forebrain.
"I didn't mean sodomy as the military laws state it, as in in...muzhelostvo...Major. I meant it by the American criminal definition. Of forcible..." Ocelot found he couldn't trick the word "rape" into crossing his lips. "Congress," he finished euphemistically.
A wife, a child. An unborn child. Things Ocelot had never wanted, and from his own history, could never imagine anyone else wanting.
And if he actually wanted the children, that was something, thought Ocelot, cynically. A good man, just as he suspected. A shame he had to come to Groznyj Grad.
"You'll take care of the widow, Krauss," he said, suddenly, narrowing his eyes. "Those children are yours now. You'll make sure they never wind up...at the mercy of the stadja."
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Date: 2007-01-31 09:14 pm (UTC)"I think most of us want to rule the world, actually. A hangar for some bees..." he shrugged wryly. "Modest in comparison."
So that was the hornet soldier. Interesting. It seemed the Major got along better with the Pain than the Fury, at any rate.
The undergarments had been Stovich's then; that took a little edge off the crime. Not nearly enough to quiet the foreboding in his forebrain.
"I didn't mean sodomy as the military laws state it, as in in...muzhelostvo...Major. I meant it by the American criminal definition. Of forcible..." Ocelot found he couldn't trick the word "rape" into crossing his lips. "Congress," he finished euphemistically.
A wife, a child. An unborn child. Things Ocelot had never wanted, and from his own history, could never imagine anyone else wanting.
And if he actually wanted the children, that was something, thought Ocelot, cynically. A good man, just as he suspected. A shame he had to come to Groznyj Grad.
"You'll take care of the widow, Krauss," he said, suddenly, narrowing his eyes. "Those children are yours now. You'll make sure they never wind up...at the mercy of the stadja."