[Miles's brother is imagining Gregor finding a use for him, as if that's foremost in Gregor's thoughts. His heart lurches with this agreement, like freefall rushing on him all at once, gut jumping up to his throat, because he understands the magnitude of what this agreement will mean in a way that the one swearing does not. He thinks it's all advantage for Gregor, that this is unequal.
But Gregor had been groomed to reign by a man afraid he would grow into someone too comfortable with his power, with no sense of responsibility to check it, and so he has, if anything, an overabundance of it. An active fear that he will misuse it. And so he feels here: he is taking on another weight, another link in the Imperium, but this one he is doing very personally, very deliberately, a weight he is placing on his own shoulders. He'd practically manipulated him into it and he makes no mistake about that. Hadn't even told Miles his intent, hadn't spoken to either of Miles's brother's parents first.
This is all on him. His fate from here forward is Gregor's to ensure or fail. He stands, slowly, everything about him cast in somber responsibility, a man who is not well-represented on vids; all of his gravitas is in person, stifling the air.]
Tell me if there is a name you wish to take, or if you will decide it later. Kneel, and put your hands between mine.
[I don't know what I'm agreeing to, either. You could be anyone. You could hurt me very badly by this going sour, do you know that? Not physically, but mentally. To feel your anguish at being tied to me every day would be... an exquisite torture. I think I really would go mad, listening to you think me a monster at every moment. Because I would start to think it must be true.
You think this is all you taking a leap. I am right there at the cliff with you. Please prove me right. I must do this, for you, for Miles, for Count and Countess Vorkosigan who are all owed so much from me, even moreso than you, if you can fathom that.
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But Gregor had been groomed to reign by a man afraid he would grow into someone too comfortable with his power, with no sense of responsibility to check it, and so he has, if anything, an overabundance of it. An active fear that he will misuse it. And so he feels here: he is taking on another weight, another link in the Imperium, but this one he is doing very personally, very deliberately, a weight he is placing on his own shoulders. He'd practically manipulated him into it and he makes no mistake about that. Hadn't even told Miles his intent, hadn't spoken to either of Miles's brother's parents first.
This is all on him. His fate from here forward is Gregor's to ensure or fail. He stands, slowly, everything about him cast in somber responsibility, a man who is not well-represented on vids; all of his gravitas is in person, stifling the air.]
Tell me if there is a name you wish to take, or if you will decide it later. Kneel, and put your hands between mine.
[I don't know what I'm agreeing to, either. You could be anyone. You could hurt me very badly by this going sour, do you know that? Not physically, but mentally. To feel your anguish at being tied to me every day would be... an exquisite torture. I think I really would go mad, listening to you think me a monster at every moment. Because I would start to think it must be true.
You think this is all you taking a leap. I am right there at the cliff with you. Please prove me right. I must do this, for you, for Miles, for Count and Countess Vorkosigan who are all owed so much from me, even moreso than you, if you can fathom that.
Jump with me.]