"Yeah." She's still not sufficiently quick with the lie. Modulating her agreement, to be honest about her capacities when she needs to be talking about how she's the best at it. He supposes...Someone like him was bred, made, created in a laboratory, as a lie. That's what he's made for. Lies and betrayal for the liars and the traitors. Someone like Nine wouldn't have ever have learned to lie, would she? Bharaputran just like him, but from a different lab. They'd have been honest with her, what she was made for - every inch of her declares what she was made for - not like him. Not like Miles. Raised on a diet of lies to become a liar.

He wonders, melancholy, what diet she was fed, to make her violent.

"Okay." Well, if he's a liar, time to lie, right? If he fails in his training, lags behind, maybe the Komarrans will turn to her as a potential new source of training. And then he can make progress when she's training him. It strikes him simultaneously as a plan that's genius and a plan that's absolutely terrible, because he knows...His stomach clenches as he thinks what he'll have to endure to get her out of there. What Ser Galen's response will be when he sees Miles faltering in his physical lessons. It's...Well. It's not like he doesn't get that discipline regardless, right? It's not courage when it's just making the inevitable happen a little sooner, he thinks.

And besides, it'll be good for him, right? Training with her? It's for the cause. It'll help him fulfill their dreams.

"It'll take a few days," he says. "I'll - need to plan things." He takes a breath. "Just hold on, okay?"