[ Respect. That's it. If only Natasha could tell him that it's respect he has for Camille, he'd be feeling a lot more at ease with it. Because a part of him aches, and it's not quite for love, not for the missed opportunity of spending the night with her. She's going to leave very soon and he's going to miss her; she's got a part of him that no one else does now, stole it from him when his head was turned, but he can't begrudge her for it. Respect. Loyalty. That's what they've got, and that's why it's going to take another piece of him away when she leaves him for a better life. God, he hopes she's happy, now that her family's murderer has been put down by her own hand. He hopes it'll give her peace, because his isn't going to last and he knows it. Maybe if he can get just one more, he'll have it (he won't).
But Bond's focus isn't on his feelings now; it's on the job. The loose end is Greene, who he's got questions for. He'll allow Natasha to join him in the interrogation if she wants (maybe it can help her too, he doesn't feel greedy), but he won't invite her.
It doesn't take long to get to Greene, and it doesn't take long to get answers. Bond comes out of the truck like a violent reminder of the man's sins ("Unlock the boot," to Natasha as he gets out), ragged, burnt, and bloody; eyes beaming like the light off a glacier.
Camille stays, but she watches in silence. She takes pleasure in seeing the man who betrayed her, and tried to have her killed several times over, being beaten by her charred savior. Bond takes pleasure in it too. He's never considered himself a sadist, but he enjoys what he does while it lasts, takes the scream of burnt nerve endings as the collateral for being a bad man (working for a good cause).
In the end, it's a single can of motor oil for Greene and a farewell, trunk shut and back in the car. ]
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But Bond's focus isn't on his feelings now; it's on the job. The loose end is Greene, who he's got questions for. He'll allow Natasha to join him in the interrogation if she wants (maybe it can help her too, he doesn't feel greedy), but he won't invite her.
It doesn't take long to get to Greene, and it doesn't take long to get answers. Bond comes out of the truck like a violent reminder of the man's sins ("Unlock the boot," to Natasha as he gets out), ragged, burnt, and bloody; eyes beaming like the light off a glacier.
Camille stays, but she watches in silence. She takes pleasure in seeing the man who betrayed her, and tried to have her killed several times over, being beaten by her charred savior. Bond takes pleasure in it too. He's never considered himself a sadist, but he enjoys what he does while it lasts, takes the scream of burnt nerve endings as the collateral for being a bad man (working for a good cause).
In the end, it's a single can of motor oil for Greene and a farewell, trunk shut and back in the car. ]
That way.
[ To the farewell he doesn't want to give. ]