vorrutyer: (wry)
Byerly Vorrutyer ([personal profile] vorrutyer) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-03-10 05:13 pm (UTC)

Or I'll run screaming into the night.

[ He laughs easily as he says that. Playing the fop again - but the fop might not really acknowledge that topic shift, might not acknowledge the link between the exhaustion-over-late-nights and finding-a-way-to-fight. But Byerly doesn't fight it or question it. Just laughs it off.

You suspicious, paranoid fucker, Washington. Fine. Here I am. But you still don't know what I am, and you won't. But the slight - very slight - not-full-dishonesty...Well, he does get tired. ]


Find some snowbank and freeze in it. You'll find my corpse - [ He holds up his hands, crooked into talons, and makes a ghastly face. Then he drops his hands and laughs again. ] Sometimes it seems like that'd be easier than all this endless mucking out stables. I'd do just about anything to never see horseshit again.

[ And then he touches a forelock, and intones to Wash: ]

My earnest hopes that you will find a way to be useful here as you were before. With the leadership in this camp, it might not be easy.

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