DOG OF WAR
Eliot had A Method. The Method had been developed painstakingly in long weeks of blood and agony. It was what kept him from talking when everything logical in him said to spill his guts. It kept him calm and controlled when all he wanted to do was rip out the throats of his captors with his teeth. He'd never once been broken by an interrogator. The trick of it was to stay calm, centered. To live in the moment, not worrying about what they were going to do to you next. The worrying alone could drive you mad. They could do anything they wanted to his body, but his mind and emotions were his own. Nothing could unseat his own internal stability. The things that would break a lesser man didn't rock his serenity. He couldn't control what they did to him or where they took him, but he could control himself.
There were times that that control had been all he had.
Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.
Walter Elliot
