isthisart | fermata

Linya sees Dr. Cheung onto a ship other than the Ariel, which agrees to tote him to Komarr very, very slowly, knocking him out for each jump and having someone look after him when he comes around green in the gills. It's not going to be a fun trip for him, but it's better than trying to collaborate with a multi-week conversational turnaround time. It's pricey - the ship has nonperishable cargo with no deadline at its destination and already employs a medtech, but still - but she thinks it's worth it.

Her business on Earth concluded, she examines the list of tourist attractions she didn't get around to, determines that none of them are worth sticking around for, and gets on a much faster vessel and goes all the way home. The first thing she does when there is go looking for whichever of the Count or Countess is easiest to find.

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From:

as_i_remember

"Of ways to carry out his creators' ultimate agenda, 'impersonate Miles' is but one, and it wouldn't necessarily be the most effective one even if telling them apart were much more difficult than it is. What worries me is not so much the prospect of a substitute Miles as the prospect of someone with Miles's potential and Miles's drive and a relationship to Barrayar with the same depth and complexity as Miles's, but considerably less positive and devoid of loyalty."

From:

isthisart

"I do not think that you can improve the positivity and loyalty situation by having him followed, but again, I can hardly stop you."

From:

as_i_remember

He shrugs.

"So. And is there any other insight you can offer me into Miles's motivations?"

From:

isthisart

"I think I will omit some of his colorful descriptions thereof for the remote possibility that he thinks better of them before he gets here to talk to you in person. But he is no longer willing to enshroud himself in secrecy because you think my positivity and loyalty with respect to Barrayar is suspect. And he wishes Mark all the best, although it's possible he will disagree with me about the following - he will know better than I on two counts if it can be done discreetly enough to avoid antagonizing Mark."

From:

as_i_remember

"His feelings about Mark were... strongly hinted at in his report."

From:

isthisart

"He seems inclined to go all-in on the 'brother' interpretation."

From:

as_i_remember

"So I gathered. In a document in which not a single military rank went unabbreviated, he wrote out 'Lord Mark Pierre Vorkosigan' in full. Twice."

From:

isthisart

"It doesn't surprise me a bit."

From:

as_i_remember

"Which? The brotherly affection, or the ways he chose to express it?"

From:

isthisart

"Either. I imagine there are ways Mark could have sabotaged the fledgeling brotherly affection, but he didn't. He even apologized before he shot me."

From:

as_i_remember

"How... incongruously polite of him."

From:

isthisart

"A bit, yes. He wanted to know later during the part where I was tied to a chair if I was angry at him. I told him I was a little frustrated but not angry."

From:

as_i_remember

"Hm."

From:

isthisart

"Oh - nigh-unrelatedly - when I was being haut at Cetagandan assassins I suggested that I could also choose to be offended if they killed my husband's clone, on the grounds that the haut-wife ceremony is principally about genetics. I don't know how much that will slow them down, of course."

From:

as_i_remember

"I imagine it will slow them down at least a little bit. Thank you."

From:

isthisart

"You're welcome."

From:

spacetobreathe

Six weeks later, Elli hauls Miles down to the surface of Barrayar to be seen by dirtside doctors for his completely shattered arm.

From:

thisvorlunatic

Miles is less than pleased about this. True, the surgical stun deletes all sensation including pain from both his arms, but it's not considered medically necessary to put him under for the operation, so he has to sit there totally immobilized while a swarm of surgeons - all right, two, but they feel like a swarm - carefully peel apart his right hand and arm to extract his pulverized bones therefrom. There is no hope of piecing them back together into something his body could hope to heal on its own, no matter how much electro-stim was applied, so Miles gives his consent for all the bones in both arms to be replaced by synthetics. The left arm is merely fractured in a couple of places, and is a breeze by comparison. Then they seal him back up, bandage up both his arms into total immobility, and leave him in his hospital bed to become bored and flat. Bored, flat, and in pain. Just because he doesn't have any other broken bones doesn't mean the rest of him is totally undamaged.

He is extremely surprised when his first visitor is not Mother or Linya, but Simon Illyan, a scant hour after the surgeons finally leave him alone.

"...Hi, boss."

From:

as_i_remember

"You look like hell," Illyan observes. "Defrosted with median expertise. Don't bother saluting."

From:

thisvorlunatic

Miles snickers, which causes him pain, but then so does breathing.

From:

as_i_remember

"How was surgery?"

From:

thisvorlunatic

"Much like the legs, but about twenty times as tedious - all those bone fragments, ugh. Now I have the unparalleled joy of sitting around waiting to see if the new marrow's going to settle into the synthetics all right. That part was less of a concern last time around, on account of there were fewer bones being replaced and none of them had been pulped prior to surgery."

From:

as_i_remember

"At least you've kept your sense of humour," says Illyan. "But I do hope you're not going to turn this into a habit - returning from your mission assignments on a stretcher."

From:

thisvorlunatic

"Hey, this is what, the second time? Wait for the third before you call it a pattern. Anyway, I have a finite number of bones in my body. I'll be harder to lay out once I've replaced them all."