[ He accompanies that with a very Vorkosigan shrug. But as he does, his thoughts turn over furiously. But that - our progenitor? Our? He's the only clone. He knows he's the only clone. How often did Ser Galen make it clear that he was the only one, that if he failed then everything would fall apart, so he needed to work harder and get farther...
Not like Galen wouldn't lie to him.
But that broken arm. Those bones. Fragile. Brittle. Why? If not because he's Vorkosigan? Mark's bones are solid. Another clone's would be, too... ]
I'm Miles Vorkosigan. [ And he looks Naismith over - half the deliberately goggle-eyed expression of a man being confronted with his own clone, and half his own personal goggle-eyed expression. ] Our progenitor...What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying you're my clone?
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[ He accompanies that with a very Vorkosigan shrug. But as he does, his thoughts turn over furiously. But that - our progenitor? Our? He's the only clone. He knows he's the only clone. How often did Ser Galen make it clear that he was the only one, that if he failed then everything would fall apart, so he needed to work harder and get farther...
Not like Galen wouldn't lie to him.
But that broken arm. Those bones. Fragile. Brittle. Why? If not because he's Vorkosigan? Mark's bones are solid. Another clone's would be, too... ]
I'm Miles Vorkosigan. [ And he looks Naismith over - half the deliberately goggle-eyed expression of a man being confronted with his own clone, and half his own personal goggle-eyed expression. ] Our progenitor...What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying you're my clone?