He wants it. He's hungry for it, the ache almost physical. He's afraid of Jackson's Whole, yeah, afraid to go back, but the fear just doesn't matter in the face of being able to rescue those -
Children. That single word, children, is almost enough to shred the months of poison that Galen had poured into Mark's ear about Aral Vorkosigan. Galen had never called them children. He'd never even considered going to help them. Hell, he'd paid Bharaputra, shoved money at him, and even if it wasn't paying for a clone to kill it was still giving him money that he could use to expand his operations. Vorkosigan wants to save them. These kids.
It's almost too good to be true. It is too good to be true. Get a hold of yourself - Mark pulls back a little bit, suspicion coming back into his face.
"And - " He swallows. "What is it that you want? In return? For letting me do this?" But the moment that he loses his grip, hope and hunger flood back into his expression once again.
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Children. That single word, children, is almost enough to shred the months of poison that Galen had poured into Mark's ear about Aral Vorkosigan. Galen had never called them children. He'd never even considered going to help them. Hell, he'd paid Bharaputra, shoved money at him, and even if it wasn't paying for a clone to kill it was still giving him money that he could use to expand his operations. Vorkosigan wants to save them. These kids.
It's almost too good to be true. It is too good to be true. Get a hold of yourself - Mark pulls back a little bit, suspicion coming back into his face.
"And - " He swallows. "What is it that you want? In return? For letting me do this?" But the moment that he loses his grip, hope and hunger flood back into his expression once again.