[He watches each as they talk, the picture forming quickly from these fragments. Abruptly, he stills and centers, the confusion gone and thought split cleanly from emotion entirely. An assassin.
The idea was clever if particularly afflicted with tunnel vision. A dark part of him admired the patience and the madness necessary for it, just as the other critiqued it, picking apart the weak points and ramifications. Komarr would not hold much longer than Barrayar. The Cetagandans would be no happier to have no control over that side of their wormhole than the Barrayarans did.
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The idea was clever if particularly afflicted with tunnel vision. A dark part of him admired the patience and the madness necessary for it, just as the other critiqued it, picking apart the weak points and ramifications. Komarr would not hold much longer than Barrayar. The Cetagandans would be no happier to have no control over that side of their wormhole than the Barrayarans did.
But that wasn't the curious part.
He folds his hands.]
And his intentions now?