[ The response from Miles is nothing at all like an inspection. Surprise - a thin wail of betrayal, damn it Gregor - while simultaneously applauding the Emperor's verve and skill. That's one way to upend the situation. Miles would have preferred his inside-out game of layers inside layers, but this ... cuts to the heart, doesn't it. Miles Vorkosigan and his little brother, before each other, working things out.
Or. Well. They're face to face, at least; that's a start. Miles, in contrast to Gregor - surely in contrast to Mark as well - is loud and brilliant and impossible to ignore. Even going a bit dimmer and cautious here, he's a blinding force of nature before anything else. He has to remind himself not to trample this thing before it's even started. Bracing himself mentally against Gregor - a faint, tiny thread of jealousy, perhaps so small that only Gregor can sense it - he brings himself to bear on Mark. Hello, he says rather breezily. Welcome to the Barrayaran Telepathic Tightbeam Network. Did Gregor teach you how to shield? Surely he did - I'm told I'm rather loud. And fast, everything tumbling out in one manic flare of information. ]
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Or. Well. They're face to face, at least; that's a start. Miles, in contrast to Gregor - surely in contrast to Mark as well - is loud and brilliant and impossible to ignore. Even going a bit dimmer and cautious here, he's a blinding force of nature before anything else. He has to remind himself not to trample this thing before it's even started. Bracing himself mentally against Gregor - a faint, tiny thread of jealousy, perhaps so small that only Gregor can sense it - he brings himself to bear on Mark. Hello, he says rather breezily. Welcome to the Barrayaran Telepathic Tightbeam Network. Did Gregor teach you how to shield? Surely he did - I'm told I'm rather loud. And fast, everything tumbling out in one manic flare of information. ]