"Why?" This is the sort of thing York thinks he needs to know, so he presses it. "You're native Barrayaran and hate the Vor so much you support the Cetagandan colonialism?"

'Brave' isn't the word he would use, he'd call it foolish or even stupid, but not aloud and not to Byerly. Instead York meets his gaze evenly. "You came here and you don't know what you were getting into?"