[There's a strong burst of dark amusement, the sort of gallows humor that leads one to telling jokes to their own hanging, overshadowed only by Gregor's own sallow incredulity. Not that they'd have a plan like this, but just at the thought that it could work.
All I do is field queries about when I'm reproducing, he agrees, sounding dry as the desert. As for Miles... God. I wish it worked that way. He's almost been executed once already because someone came up with some shady evidence that he was trying to stage a try for the throne. One whiff of it and you'd be dead and no one'd check your bones, or care. Otherwise I'd have foisted this snake pit off on Ivan years ago.
I also note there was no provision for Cetaganda in this plan-- or was there? It's the actual Emperor's sense of inevitable implications, that inexorable push toward politics. There's a sense of a million variables shuffling themselves in the back of his brain that Gregor has to stifle.]
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All I do is field queries about when I'm reproducing, he agrees, sounding dry as the desert. As for Miles... God. I wish it worked that way. He's almost been executed once already because someone came up with some shady evidence that he was trying to stage a try for the throne. One whiff of it and you'd be dead and no one'd check your bones, or care. Otherwise I'd have foisted this snake pit off on Ivan years ago.
I also note there was no provision for Cetaganda in this plan-- or was there? It's the actual Emperor's sense of inevitable implications, that inexorable push toward politics. There's a sense of a million variables shuffling themselves in the back of his brain that Gregor has to stifle.]