[ Miles senses the tone of the conversation shift. Dammit, he was doing so well too. Is this conversation galling then? Miles considers his reversal of the Dendarii to be no less a brilliant escape than - well, what he's just made it out to be. Equally terrified, full of sacrifice. His voice lowers to a whisper. ]

I was lucky. And rash, and foolish - and lucky that my rashness carried me through the traps that foolishness set up for me.

My guard died halfway through, for one. A poor repayment.