[ How the hell is the Emperor here? How the hell - The clone's nervous eyes dart over to his twin. Naismith? Naismith...Because if that were truly Vorkosigan, he'd suspect the clone. And suspicion would prevent him from letting the Emperor into the same room as an assassin. What if he really is telling the truth?
But he matters less right now. What matters more is the man in front of him. The Emperor of Barrayar...The third man he was supposed to kill. How is this possible...
Vorkosigan wouldn't blow his cover. Right? Not in front of a clone...He wouldn't collude, at least. Wouldn't speak directly... He grins a grin that's supposed to be Vorkosiganesque at the man. It feels sickly instead. ]
Well. It looks like we're all wrapped up in situations where we resemble our relatives rather closely, doesn't it?
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[ How the hell is the Emperor here? How the hell - The clone's nervous eyes dart over to his twin. Naismith? Naismith...Because if that were truly Vorkosigan, he'd suspect the clone. And suspicion would prevent him from letting the Emperor into the same room as an assassin. What if he really is telling the truth?
But he matters less right now. What matters more is the man in front of him. The Emperor of Barrayar...The third man he was supposed to kill. How is this possible...
Vorkosigan wouldn't blow his cover. Right? Not in front of a clone...He wouldn't collude, at least. Wouldn't speak directly... He grins a grin that's supposed to be Vorkosiganesque at the man. It feels sickly instead. ]
Well. It looks like we're all wrapped up in situations where we resemble our relatives rather closely, doesn't it?