[ The weapons that put the Barrayarans in this hell to begin with. Everything always comes full circle -- a deliberate choice, maybe, by the Cetagandans ( so he assumes, if it's a part of this war ). Seems like them. Scented with radiation poisoning.
Wash nods his eyes falling shut for a moment, lifting a hand to the bridge of his nose, kneading his thumb between his eyebrows, some of the color draining from his face. He glances up at Miles again. ]
You're here now. [ An implicit question: what do you mean to do? ]
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Wash nods his eyes falling shut for a moment, lifting a hand to the bridge of his nose, kneading his thumb between his eyebrows, some of the color draining from his face. He glances up at Miles again. ]
You're here now. [ An implicit question: what do you mean to do? ]