[ Fast-penta is a hell of a thing. It still chills him to so much as think of it, and worse because he knows that he'd use it on someone all the same no matter how much he damned well hates the thought of it. It's. Efficient. Elegant, in the way Cetagandans apparently often are.

He pauses some, before responding, this time. Lingering on a memory of the interrogation, but weighing something else, too. Considering. ]

I've not been sure how much to share with the Barrayans. [ Of what he knows of the Cetagandans, he means. Not that it was easy to keep anything from Piotr. ] There's a few things I've been able to learn, since your capture.

[ He would've told you about them, if you'd been. Around. ]