[ Deliberately missing the point. He fidgets uncomfortably, confronted with that. It is rather Miles-like recklessness, isn't it? And he doesn't like the thought of being Miles-like in any way, shape, or form. But -
But the thought lingers in the back of his mind that this isn't, perhaps, a Miles trait. Maybe it's a Vorkosigan trait. And he's a Vorkosigan too, isn't he? ]
Look, I'm scared as hell of her. Him. Whichever. Piss-my-pants scared. But there are these cannibals in the world who can keep cannibalizing as long as no one stands up to them. And crouching in the dirt and licking their boots kills you in a different way. Slower but worse. It's better to die standing up to him, isn't it?
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But the thought lingers in the back of his mind that this isn't, perhaps, a Miles trait. Maybe it's a Vorkosigan trait. And he's a Vorkosigan too, isn't he? ]
Look, I'm scared as hell of her. Him. Whichever. Piss-my-pants scared. But there are these cannibals in the world who can keep cannibalizing as long as no one stands up to them. And crouching in the dirt and licking their boots kills you in a different way. Slower but worse. It's better to die standing up to him, isn't it?