[ That's...logical. It's true. This isn't some crisis. It's not the mad scramble to track down Miles Vorkosigan, where every second lost was another second he could elude their grasp again. It's not the intensity of the lessons to become his progenitor, either, every moment spent trying to cram in another piece of knowledge. There's no...deadline to face. No goal to reach.
What a strange and uneasy thought.
Mark sits back, frustration ebbing away. I still want to figure it out. Soon. I hate feeling like this. ]
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What a strange and uneasy thought.
Mark sits back, frustration ebbing away. I still want to figure it out. Soon. I hate feeling like this. ]