[ She is hardly patriotic to Barrayar, it is not her home, and to get even half what she ought to be given, she has to fight tooth and nail for it. Sink her proverbial claws into every last thing in the effort to do what she was capable of.
But in the vain that she had promised Miles she would let herself be killed rather than hand over the secrets of the blackwater, she supposes, it doesn't matter, does it? She has already sworn. To the Countess Vorkosigan. To Miles. To Maine. People she promises herself to come back for. That she promised to burn for.
Her finger hesitates on the glass, this time. Slower, and this is the stakes they're playing at. ]
no subject
But in the vain that she had promised Miles she would let herself be killed rather than hand over the secrets of the blackwater, she supposes, it doesn't matter, does it? She has already sworn. To the Countess Vorkosigan. To Miles. To Maine. People she promises herself to come back for. That she promised to burn for.
Her finger hesitates on the glass, this time. Slower, and this is the stakes they're playing at. ]
This war.