[ The clone wants to crumble into pieces right then and there. Miles is no bigger than he is physically, but his mental presence is - enormous. Thundering. Manic, no surprise there, all the psych profiles had identified Vorkosigan as a manic-depressive, a thing that had never been easy for the clone to copy when all he wanted to do was shrink down into nothing and stay silent...And already he's being identified as Mark. The name just given to him without question when he hasn't even decided if he likes it or wants it. Already chattering at him like they're old friends, catching up after a long absence. Hey old chum, did you hear, did you know, welcome home... As though he even knows where home is.
The effect is both dazzling and painful. Like a light being shone directly into someone's eyes when they've adjusted to the dark. And so the clone does the only rational thing, driven by one part a desire to demonstrate, one part defiance, and one part a need for a moment to regroup: he shuts off the connection, firmly and completely, a door being closed firmly. But not slamming shut. It's not desperate, but deliberate. ]
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The effect is both dazzling and painful. Like a light being shone directly into someone's eyes when they've adjusted to the dark. And so the clone does the only rational thing, driven by one part a desire to demonstrate, one part defiance, and one part a need for a moment to regroup: he shuts off the connection, firmly and completely, a door being closed firmly. But not slamming shut. It's not desperate, but deliberate. ]