[ Miles stares back, his manic energy settling back into a sort of intense calm. Give his brother time to think and surely he'll come to a conclusion that Miles likes. Or - well, any conclusion would be good, right? How many decisions has his clone actually gotten to make in his life? Painfully few, he's sure. He'd gotten such an outpouring of sympathy just pretending to be one. And for good damn reason ...

Maybe it will help to lay it out for him. Less overwhelmingly blank freedom, there. ]

I figure we have a few options. We could be enemies, but that would be a waste. Besides, we resurrect automatically after a few days, so if you decided to kill me I'd just come back quite angry.

[ A warning, that. Make it clear there's no reason to even attempt it. ]

We could avoid each other. But that would be a waste too. Either way, as soon as you get on the network as Lord Vorkosigan, you're likely to get some angry responses. I ... er, I should probably deflect those, especially since you are not actually responsible for my existence.

[ On a couple levels. ]

Or - we could be friends. Siblings. I would like that very much. It would be a bit confusing with two Miles in close proximity, but we could work it out. And, well - Barrayaran patronymics being what they are, a second son can really only have one name anyway.