Not for the first time in his life, he finds himself losing track of time. It would be easy to blame Miles for this, and a small part of him does, but he knew this would happen if he was captured even with Miles acting as an escort of sorts. His accent would be picked up and spending any amount of time with Cetagandans made him even more suspect. The fact that he’s still breathing is what surprises him though he supposes without fast penta available they’d want to be sure they twisted as much information out of his battered body as they could.
The tent doesn’t offer as much protection against the cold as he would like and the longer he remains bound to a chair, the stiffer he feels. Hunger pangs have added to the aches and stings of pain that accompany any movement he makes and he wonders if that’s part of their attempt to gather information from him or a sign they’re running low on food. His mind stays preoccupied by running through what he does remember of this particular moment in time of Barrayar’s history – military tactics, equipment held, the difficulties faced by the Barrayarans forcing off an invader and the imposed civilization the Cetagandans wished to bring. It’s enough to distract him at times.
While it hurts to move, anyone visiting in the precious moments he has between interrogations will be met with questioning eyes, still burning bright despite his injuries. If there’s one thing he’s gotten good at, it’s surviving.
Post-Interrogation – Around Camp
The fact that he’s walking around the Barrayaran camp amazes him and he can be seen in the days following his interrogation to be examining everything in a daze. He’s alive, battered, but at least able to recover instead of being left to rot. It had been made clear this was a parole of sorts and he was to make himself useful under the watchful gaze of the soldiers here, Barrayarans who were already eying him as a pariah. That he’s used to, being Komarran on Barrayaran even decades later had its challenges although he will be happy to say they haven’t involved torture.
His first act of freedom is a visit to the bath tent and once he’s done there, he looks a world better. Now clean of filth and with basic care given to his wounds, he can be found resting in the outsider’s tent and enjoying the luxury that is laying down somewhat peacefully. The noise of the camp is enough to lull him close to sleep at times and he lets his body rest when possible.
Once feeling more able, he spends time at the stables. Horses were a foreign concept on his own planet and his time on Barrayar hadn’t brought him this close to one. The way he eyes the animals, it’s almost as if he suspects one will rear up and clobber him.
“They ride these into combat?” he grumbles more to himself than anyone else. He knew of their uses in his studies, but beyond the raid done on the Cetagandan camp that had landed him here, his practical experience is limited. Perhaps he’ll have the chance to see them properly used in combat before long. Hopefully without him on the back of one.
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[BARRAYAR] Duv Galeni -- OTA
Not for the first time in his life, he finds himself losing track of time. It would be easy to blame Miles for this, and a small part of him does, but he knew this would happen if he was captured even with Miles acting as an escort of sorts. His accent would be picked up and spending any amount of time with Cetagandans made him even more suspect. The fact that he’s still breathing is what surprises him though he supposes without fast penta available they’d want to be sure they twisted as much information out of his battered body as they could.
The tent doesn’t offer as much protection against the cold as he would like and the longer he remains bound to a chair, the stiffer he feels. Hunger pangs have added to the aches and stings of pain that accompany any movement he makes and he wonders if that’s part of their attempt to gather information from him or a sign they’re running low on food. His mind stays preoccupied by running through what he does remember of this particular moment in time of Barrayar’s history – military tactics, equipment held, the difficulties faced by the Barrayarans forcing off an invader and the imposed civilization the Cetagandans wished to bring. It’s enough to distract him at times.
While it hurts to move, anyone visiting in the precious moments he has between interrogations will be met with questioning eyes, still burning bright despite his injuries. If there’s one thing he’s gotten good at, it’s surviving.
Post-Interrogation – Around Camp
The fact that he’s walking around the Barrayaran camp amazes him and he can be seen in the days following his interrogation to be examining everything in a daze. He’s alive, battered, but at least able to recover instead of being left to rot. It had been made clear this was a parole of sorts and he was to make himself useful under the watchful gaze of the soldiers here, Barrayarans who were already eying him as a pariah. That he’s used to, being Komarran on Barrayaran even decades later had its challenges although he will be happy to say they haven’t involved torture.
His first act of freedom is a visit to the bath tent and once he’s done there, he looks a world better. Now clean of filth and with basic care given to his wounds, he can be found resting in the outsider’s tent and enjoying the luxury that is laying down somewhat peacefully. The noise of the camp is enough to lull him close to sleep at times and he lets his body rest when possible.
Once feeling more able, he spends time at the stables. Horses were a foreign concept on his own planet and his time on Barrayar hadn’t brought him this close to one. The way he eyes the animals, it’s almost as if he suspects one will rear up and clobber him.
“They ride these into combat?” he grumbles more to himself than anyone else. He knew of their uses in his studies, but beyond the raid done on the Cetagandan camp that had landed him here, his practical experience is limited. Perhaps he’ll have the chance to see them properly used in combat before long. Hopefully without him on the back of one.
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