Miles recognizes that anger. Has seen it before on his Grandfather's face, if only rarely directed at him. It's terrifying. And it takes him all his Vorish pride to stay standing straight even in the face of it. God, he is not equipped to deal with his grandfather like this. The strain will eventually drive him mad, surely.

Focus on the debriefing. The details. He'd not made much of himself in the fight, it's true, but not all of it could have been salvaged. Their luck had been abominable. "I was preparing to switch off," he says. "That's why I was in front." In fact they'd been low level arguing about it all night. Miles had wanted to be in front the whole time; the officer had no intentions of letting a mutie lead him, even if in formation only.