[ maine is well aware of what the barrayans do to traitors and interlopers, having participated in ghem-miko's torture weeks earlier. they're not a particularly forgiving group of people though they're more patient than he would have guessed, biding their time in places where maine would have opted to barge in unannounced with frags flying and guns blazing.
everything about barrayar is as familiar as it is unfamiliar. just when he thinks he's adjusted, he's thrown another bizarre fucking curveball: losing lakshmi to the cetagandans, york and wash attacking him, vorhalas at the cave, and now byerly lazily sprawled out beside him in the freezing cold.
he keeps his weight on his haunches, leaned slightly forward over his knees. easier to write this way. ]
YOU GOT SHIT ALL FIGURED OUT.
[ it's not a barb, even if he disagrees with byerly's extremely broad assessment of the world and its people. ]
KEEP YOUR HANDS DIRTY ENOUGH & YOU STOP WORRYING ABOUT WHAT'S ON THEM.
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everything about barrayar is as familiar as it is unfamiliar. just when he thinks he's adjusted, he's thrown another bizarre fucking curveball: losing lakshmi to the cetagandans, york and wash attacking him, vorhalas at the cave, and now byerly lazily sprawled out beside him in the freezing cold.
he keeps his weight on his haunches, leaned slightly forward over his knees. easier to write this way. ]
YOU GOT SHIT ALL FIGURED OUT.
[ it's not a barb, even if he disagrees with byerly's extremely broad assessment of the world and its people. ]
KEEP YOUR HANDS DIRTY ENOUGH & YOU STOP WORRYING ABOUT WHAT'S ON THEM.