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god. it’s eliot fucking spencer.
because it always has been eliot spencer.
eliot, who let himself be tortured, who resisted torture, in a situation he could get himself out of in five minutes, because they were torturing homeless veterans.
eliot, who only counts himself as saving someone’s life two and a half times because that half time he was the one sent to kill him.
eliot, who was willing to take down a billion dollar corporation, who begged nate to do everything he could, because of one guy with a hardware store and one near-closing grocery store.
eliot, who offered to kill a man for parker in less than a breath because she asked, who broke his rule on killing because nate could take down his biggest demon, who ran toward a bullet because he knew parker could take care of a city-killing virus.
eliot spencer, who started this season stabbed and bleeding, who was told someone didn’t want him to keep taking hits meant for him.
eliot, who was tired and just wanted his own bed.
he wakes up every day and acknowledges that he still has work to do.
and he never, ever, needed convincing to take down a corrupt mayor who was running drugs in his town. he knew that it needed to be fixed, what needed to be done to save the town, that this is the worst of it. he wanted more time. to do it right. so the surprises wouldn’t happen.
and if you’re looking at it, really looking, i think, parker doesn’t try to convince him to stay.
she knows he’s in.
because it’s who he’s always been.