There was more sound coming from that direction. Pretty obvious this was the wrong way? Paranoia for a moment made him wonder if Liquid just wanted to push him into the things. To get rid of him, steal his brother's teacher before he would have a chance to push him forward.

But Eli was being too distant, his mind obviously drifting. Only now did he seem to be concocting any sort of plan. In a blind, disoriented sort of way. Empty, vacant. Just a goal, and an exhausted part of him fighting that goal. That was what Miller was able to observe on the surface.

"Liquid, wait." Kaz reached after him, slowing down. "Don't do this. They want all of us. You, your brother, your father. They see no difference."

It was the best way to think to appeal to him, hoping it would reach through the fog. "You want to be valued in your own way, right?" Not as a blind part of nothing. How did you break this? He'd seen Ocelot bend, break so many men. Convert them. Nearly impossible to get out of, pass a certain point.

But Miller, certain he couldn't be broken. After the torture, the constant pain, after losing everything. You couldn't break a man lying to himself. Couldn't break a man that was already broken. "Liquid. Listen to me..."