[ Fuck. This isn't working. In hindsight, he really wishes he'd chosen slightly less obvious cues - but he'd been running on the fumes of his own brilliance, spinning up anything that came to mind. He hadn't imagined it lasting this long, or having to be shoulders deep in it on a foreign world.
Right. Only way out of his is through. He takes one last desperate stab at the cover, trying to get this to stick dammit. His jaw clenches, eyes blazing with what he hopes is indignation. ]
Admiral Naismith. Do not - [ He looks the clone up and down for a moment. ] - use our progenitor's name here.
[ Because that's what this man is, right? A clone? Who else could he be? Obviously not Lord Vorkosigan. ]
no subject
Right. Only way out of his is through. He takes one last desperate stab at the cover, trying to get this to stick dammit. His jaw clenches, eyes blazing with what he hopes is indignation. ]
Admiral Naismith. Do not - [ He looks the clone up and down for a moment. ] - use our progenitor's name here.
[ Because that's what this man is, right? A clone? Who else could he be? Obviously not Lord Vorkosigan. ]