Honeymoon

[Backo]

Eliza felt numb and broken down sitting there in the interrogation room. She was ready to accept whatever was about to happen to her as a just punishment for what she had done. Yet the interrogator's cold demeanor and cruel laughter couldn't help but send shivers down her spine. A chilling awakening of primal reflexes for self-preservation which Eliza thought were completely numbed by her apathetic state. Perhaps from another's perspective her situation really deserved the mocking? She didn't know, nor did she want to care too much about that. Instead her eyes drifted away from the Commandant and onto the blank, dull wall behind. That lady crept Eliza out even in her current 'lifeless' state and the auburn haired girl just didn't wish to look at the Gallic lady any longer.

"I wished to return home. We both did. For us 'Outcasts' Malta is more than a planet. We're tied to it in a way, feel part of it. It just draws you back, other worlds don't feel the same."

Her voice was gloomy as she narrated her thoughts in the same fragmented manner as they appeared in her head. The young girl closed her eyes and gave out a sad sigh before continuing with the explanation that she felt like giving not because it could save her or justify her actions but simply because right there and then there was nothing else that she could be doing.

"Except Enma would never accept return in defeat. She's the one who cares for titles and power. I simply wished my old home back, the one I had before I threw everything away just to be with her. Having the time to think over what I've done it was foolish. She treated me degradingly, like nothing more but a pawn in her political plays."

The Maltese captive put another pause on her story. Her next thoughts held much regret and self-hatred. This could clearly be seen in her body language. She tried to adjusted herself in her seat, her empty expression become sunk in sadness. Eliza raised the cup for another sip, a vain attempt to remedy this state, but her life was in a much more bitter state than the coffee her lips tasted.

"We had an argument and things got violent. Before I knew it I had no way to go back, only choice I had left was to carry out that threat I made. I had nothing left to lose. Don't think it was easy on me, I still love her and could only wish things happened differently! But what was done, was done... She'll most likely never forgive me about this."

Saying out loud how she really felt about things was tough on the young girl. Perhaps this was what the Gallic interrogator wanted? To see her really broken down? Eliza uttered under her nose one last thing before sinking down her own thoughts which were becoming a steeper and steeper downward spiral of despair:

"One could go to desperate lengths when they feel they have nothing left to lose..."

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Republic of the Sword and Sun