[ Some crony of yours, Vorkosigan? the clone thinks with withering contempt. Or - he tries to. Instead crony has in his mind sort of more of the qualities of friend, and contempt feels close to envy. Doesn't matter. There's some loyalty to this Vor that's lighting up his face...But Vorthys? A relative of...shit, the Imperial Auditor, right...Shit. Some of the Vor relationships that Vorkosigan would know are hard for him to remember. How many hours spent in front of the screen, studying pictures, faces - the study sessions sometimes filled with eagerness, sometimes with dread...always depending on Galen. Anyway. Greg Vorthys. Not one he knows.

And - he ran? I know how you are about that? Do Barrayarans run? Is that a crack about Vorkosigan? They've been chasing him for so long as he hares off from planet to planet - Is it some observation that Naismith has made about his progenitor, that Vorkosigan runs? The clone plays it safe, turns it into a joke: ]

You'll have to forgive us. We're only just now getting our chance. We were held in captivity for a very long time - it's exciting, getting to test your freedom for the first time.

So it's not all Vor you want to keep away from.