Duo smiled at the memory, the warmth of that voice and those eyes chasing some of the pain away from his body. ::He’ll come for me. I know he will. All I have to do is keep myself together until Heero comes and breaks me out of this dump.::
He knew too much. Little things, like the last known location of Relena Peacecraft (outdated), or the name of the important head of state who was considering changing to the rebel's side (irrelevant), or the full list of equipment that he had given his freedom to defend (trivial). And some things that were not so little -- like the fact that OZ officer Zechs Marquise was also Milliard Peacecraft, who had shown such strong public support for Relena's diplomatic war. Like the fact that Treize Khushrenada's assistant secretary had been a Colonial sympathizer ever since Lady Une had attempted to take the colonies hostage against the Gundam Pilots. Like the fact that the young man they now had in custody had been sharing a bed with the leader of the Colonial forces.
No. That was not a piece of knowledge he wanted Lady Une to know.
But all of the secrets, big and little, ate away at his resolve like corrosive salt. The constant questions were wearing him down. Who...? Where...? How many...? When...? And when Lady Une sat in on the questioning sessions, it was even worse; Duo had to constantly watch to make sure that his non-answers and evasive replies didn't give her as much information as a straight reply would. Probably, any of the other pilots could have handled it much better. Even friends had to fight tooth and nail to drag conversation out of Heero and Trowa, and Duo had seen some of the meditation and trance techniques that Wufei used -- largely to ignore the American pilot, but those skills would have come in handy just about now...
But Duo Maxwell was not made to be a silent man. He tried -- well, sort of tried -- but he found himself unable to stifle the constant flood of boasts, taunts, and verbal abuse that he heaped upon the guards and interrogators. Which, of course, only made them madder than hell, and led them to up the level of violence -- and then Duo would talk even more, to try and distract himself. It was a vicious cycle.
At least they'd given up on drugs. After the second time he'd gotten the syringe away from them -- his aim had been off, and the needle had buried itself in the doorway just inches to the left of Une's head -- they had apparently decided that the minimal results they'd gotten from their truth serum just wasn't worth the aggravation. Duo was glad. Effective or not, the drugs clouded his mind, and he knew he had to be ready when the moment of action came.
Whenever it came.
Duo sat on the bench that passed for a bed and leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. He was not asleep. He was waiting. And he hated waiting; it made him jittery and nervous, on top of a whole host of other evils. If he'd had a watch, he would have checked it every thirty seconds; as it was, his knowledge of the passage of time was limited to the periodic change in lighting. Seven day cycles, six night cycles, working on another.
Seven days. A whole week. That was the minimum time limit he had counted on before anything could happen; two days for Howard to catch up to the Colonial forces, maybe another day to locate Heero or the other pilots, a day or two to plan and gather forces, and two more days back. Seven days.
::Damnit, Yuy, what's the holdup? I'm counting on you here; don't let me down!::
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:18 am (UTC)Duo smiled at the memory, the warmth of that voice and those eyes chasing some of the pain away from his body. ::He’ll come for me. I know he will. All I have to do is keep myself together until Heero comes and breaks me out of this dump.::
He knew too much. Little things, like the last known location of Relena Peacecraft (outdated), or the name of the important head of state who was considering changing to the rebel's side (irrelevant), or the full list of equipment that he had given his freedom to defend (trivial). And some things that were not so little -- like the fact that OZ officer Zechs Marquise was also Milliard Peacecraft, who had shown such strong public support for Relena's diplomatic war. Like the fact that Treize Khushrenada's assistant secretary had been a Colonial sympathizer ever since Lady Une had attempted to take the colonies hostage against the Gundam Pilots. Like the fact that the young man they now had in custody had been sharing a bed with the leader of the Colonial forces.
No. That was not a piece of knowledge he wanted Lady Une to know.
But all of the secrets, big and little, ate away at his resolve like corrosive salt. The constant questions were wearing him down. Who...? Where...? How many...? When...? And when Lady Une sat in on the questioning sessions, it was even worse; Duo had to constantly watch to make sure that his non-answers and evasive replies didn't give her as much information as a straight reply would. Probably, any of the other pilots could have handled it much better. Even friends had to fight tooth and nail to drag conversation out of Heero and Trowa, and Duo had seen some of the meditation and trance techniques that Wufei used -- largely to ignore the American pilot, but those skills would have come in handy just about now...
But Duo Maxwell was not made to be a silent man. He tried -- well, sort of tried -- but he found himself unable to stifle the constant flood of boasts, taunts, and verbal abuse that he heaped upon the guards and interrogators. Which, of course, only made them madder than hell, and led them to up the level of violence -- and then Duo would talk even more, to try and distract himself. It was a vicious cycle.
At least they'd given up on drugs. After the second time he'd gotten the syringe away from them -- his aim had been off, and the needle had buried itself in the doorway just inches to the left of Une's head -- they had apparently decided that the minimal results they'd gotten from their truth serum just wasn't worth the aggravation. Duo was glad. Effective or not, the drugs clouded his mind, and he knew he had to be ready when the moment of action came.
Whenever it came.
Duo sat on the bench that passed for a bed and leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. He was not asleep. He was waiting. And he hated waiting; it made him jittery and nervous, on top of a whole host of other evils. If he'd had a watch, he would have checked it every thirty seconds; as it was, his knowledge of the passage of time was limited to the periodic change in lighting. Seven day cycles, six night cycles, working on another.
Seven days. A whole week. That was the minimum time limit he had counted on before anything could happen; two days for Howard to catch up to the Colonial forces, maybe another day to locate Heero or the other pilots, a day or two to plan and gather forces, and two more days back. Seven days.
::Damnit, Yuy, what's the holdup? I'm counting on you here; don't let me down!::