[ No agenda to speak of. Just exhaustion and wear. Being tired of living neck deep in lies, with his family all around him and potentially waiting to kill him if he fucks up. He just wants to be Miles Vorkosigan again - or, barring that, Miles Naismith. He'd been in his cover so deeply before; he'd thought it would be easy to maintain here as well. But Ilyan has none of the swagger of Naismith to fall back on. All the challenges of being Barrayaran with none of his usual shelter ...
Much harder than he'd imagined. ]
Go on, then. I think I'm going to pass out.
[ Not actually denying that this was a drink-fueled decision, but ... eh. Enough for one night. ]
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Much harder than he'd imagined. ]
Go on, then. I think I'm going to pass out.
[ Not actually denying that this was a drink-fueled decision, but ... eh. Enough for one night. ]