Marbles on Glass
20. Pursuit
What counted was the result.
She never worried about her workload. She was made to be perfect anyway. The occasional annoyance couldn't hold a candle to the subjects' complaints.
She was glad to be a pawn of Science, as long as it yielded results. She had endured tortures, insults, offense — it had been nothing, compared to her thirst for discovery.
The fact that they died helped, in a way. Still, revenge only added to the show. They had always been, after all, completely useless — they could never appreciate the same wonders as her.
It was a true labour of love.
To Indy, as a gift of thanks.