[ Miles' amusement dies away, replaced by an apology. It is an awful tangle, all told, and ultimately all Miles' fault. For the cover to begin with, for maintaining even after his own damn clone turned up ...
As for letting this clone get anywhere near Gregor, well. He's counting on that warning about the resurrections to be enough for that. And the telepathic link to cover all else. Mostly Miles feels himself making one of those unerring snap character decisions of his. He pulses confidence over to Gregor. He's going to be fine.
Meanwhile, Naismith on the outside is looking between the two of them with growing confusion. (The compartmentalization may, in itself, be the more concerning thing; the walls between Vorkosigan and Naismith are getting awfully thick.) ]
Ah, yes. I should interject - apparently he didn't commission me the way we'd thought. No reason to hurt me the way I'd thought. More like finding a long lost brother, right?
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As for letting this clone get anywhere near Gregor, well. He's counting on that warning about the resurrections to be enough for that. And the telepathic link to cover all else. Mostly Miles feels himself making one of those unerring snap character decisions of his. He pulses confidence over to Gregor. He's going to be fine.
Meanwhile, Naismith on the outside is looking between the two of them with growing confusion. (The compartmentalization may, in itself, be the more concerning thing; the walls between Vorkosigan and Naismith are getting awfully thick.) ]
Ah, yes. I should interject - apparently he didn't commission me the way we'd thought. No reason to hurt me the way I'd thought. More like finding a long lost brother, right?