Oh, Byerly has excuses for why he's in this interrogation, if anyone asks. I'm related to old Pierre Le Sanguinaire, don't you know, so I suppose dear Piotr Pierre fancies I might be like his grandfather. Or, taking notes, don't you know. What, don't you pucker up for the leadership of the camp? He has a few reasons he keeps telling himself, too, reasons why he keeps reassuring himself that this is a good idea: that he knows of Duv Galeni and will be able to tell whether the erstwhile head of Komarran Affairs has reverted to type and started fighting for the subjugation of Barrayar; that having witnessed torture will be a good excuse for cutting and running once he convinces someone that he can actually spy on the Cetagandans.

Truthfully, deep down - Well. Deep down, he's here because it seems...necessary. Wise. In case Vorkosigan decides to cut Galeni's throat. In case...In case Miles decides to come in here and take the blade-stroke meant for his friend, from some deep guilt over what's happened. Because of course Byerly simply couldn't stand losing his lone ally in camp, and he also couldn't stand making a Koudelka girl cry - imagine! Poor Delia. Even the thought of how fetching she'd look in a widow's dove-gray isn't enough to make him relish the thought of Galeni's death.

For once, By doesn't have anything to say, any smart comments. His face is a little drawn, and his eyes flicker over the bound man - and then he just waits, silently, for Vorkosigan to begin.