[ Faring better? From what? He's staring directly at his shoulder, so he clearly has something in mind. An injury, probably. Naismith's bones had proven to be as fragile as Miles Vorkosigan's...
No. Naismith's bones were Vorkosigan's bones. They're one and the same. He can't start believing that lie.
So the clone prods the shoulder gently, tenderly, like he's examining an old injury to see if it still hurts. And he gives a convincing little wince. The lie helps: it gives him something to talk about where he knows what Vorkosigan would say. So much of the data they had was from doctors, and so much of it was about his progenitor's bad health. ]
Yeah, it's getting better.
[ And then he looks up and meets the man's eyes. They look so normal. He'd somehow expected to see some spark of cruelty and madness shining through - red glints in their depths, hints of depravity shining through. There's nothing of the sort. Is it true, dear Father, that you like to see your enemies dismembered? Is it true that you and Mother watch it together to get the blood flowing? ]
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No. Naismith's bones were Vorkosigan's bones. They're one and the same. He can't start believing that lie.
So the clone prods the shoulder gently, tenderly, like he's examining an old injury to see if it still hurts. And he gives a convincing little wince. The lie helps: it gives him something to talk about where he knows what Vorkosigan would say. So much of the data they had was from doctors, and so much of it was about his progenitor's bad health. ]
Yeah, it's getting better.
[ And then he looks up and meets the man's eyes. They look so normal. He'd somehow expected to see some spark of cruelty and madness shining through - red glints in their depths, hints of depravity shining through. There's nothing of the sort. Is it true, dear Father, that you like to see your enemies dismembered? Is it true that you and Mother watch it together to get the blood flowing? ]
It's pretty different here, isn't it?