[ But there's a weird wash of...something. Of intense pleasure. Galen sees Vorkosigan when he looks at him. The clone knows that from the anger that flashes through him sometimes, the boil of his temper...The guards see him like that, too. The shade of Vorkosigan. Miles...Miles saw him as a puzzle, a challenge. But that statement - I could not think of you as Miles. It's a terrifying statement, because it means that he's failing in his act, and that means more conditioning. But it also means that there's someone who doesn't just see him as the man he hates so much.
God, why's he admitting this...Admitting the plot to the Emperor. At that point, the plot is destroyed. Unless he kills him. Kills the Emperor. That'll solve all of it, admitting it...
Or maybe Galen can go hang. Maybe I just...don't. The moment I'm away from him, I just don't. It's a thrilling, terrifying thought, one that sends a memory of pain lancing through him, but lights excitement in him, too. But there's that comment -
It grieves me to imagine you abandoned. ]
I'm not Barrayaran. I'm not one of your subjects. I'm Jacksonian. That means you don't owe me anything.
no subject
[ But there's a weird wash of...something. Of intense pleasure. Galen sees Vorkosigan when he looks at him. The clone knows that from the anger that flashes through him sometimes, the boil of his temper...The guards see him like that, too. The shade of Vorkosigan. Miles...Miles saw him as a puzzle, a challenge. But that statement - I could not think of you as Miles. It's a terrifying statement, because it means that he's failing in his act, and that means more conditioning. But it also means that there's someone who doesn't just see him as the man he hates so much.
God, why's he admitting this...Admitting the plot to the Emperor. At that point, the plot is destroyed. Unless he kills him. Kills the Emperor. That'll solve all of it, admitting it...
Or maybe Galen can go hang. Maybe I just...don't. The moment I'm away from him, I just don't. It's a thrilling, terrifying thought, one that sends a memory of pain lancing through him, but lights excitement in him, too. But there's that comment -
It grieves me to imagine you abandoned. ]
I'm not Barrayaran. I'm not one of your subjects. I'm Jacksonian. That means you don't owe me anything.