It...Maybe let isn't the right word, no. But revenge on those bastards is his heart's desire, beyond any other. And he knows - He's in a cell, he's been captured, he should be working to free his comrades and restart their movement. He should take that release and use it as an opportunity to become the center of a new cell, working to bring down the Imperium. But -

But he doesn't care about Komarr. He tries to force down that thought the moment it bubbles up, as though Galen would somehow sense it, but it's just too true. It looms too large. He doesn't care about Komarr, not in the way he cares about his clone-brothers and clone-sisters, and about the ones that followed them. He'll look back on Galen and the others with guilt, yeah. But letting more clones die is the worst thought, the worst...So fuck Komarr. Fuck all of them. And - Vorkosigan is actually offering him a choice...Giving him the chance to chase after his heart's desire does feel like letting.

Even if there's a catch.

"Yeah." His gaze turns hard, like that's a trick question. How could he not know about her? That was Miles' mother. The half-crazed witch. He had to be able to recognize her, or he'd raise suspicion. "Of course."