[ Wash has been racking his damn brain trying to figure out how to get Miles his medication, Tucker, believe him -- and Miles has been at it for even longer. This raid was a good chance, but neither of them have found anything. There's options, at least, but they all take time. And as for the whole war, which side they're on, well. End of the day you have to fight for the people at your side, more than anything else, right, that's the philosophy Wash has always subscribed to. The Cetagandans are still far more of a threat than the Barrayarans are, besides, and opposing them means joining up here. The enemy of my enemy.
But for Wash it really mostly just about the enemy of my friends. Miles had been a large part of this, hadn't it, he realizes suddenly, belatedly. A large part of how convicted he feels to their cause now? Damn it all. ]
It's our best option at the moment, Tucker. [ His tone here is conversational, not authoritative. Not an ultimate right answer he's trying to press, because he knows it isn't one. ] Fight for the people who fight next to you.
[ He really hoped you might've at least tried to ask someone something about Barrayar, Tucker. Wash really doesn't feel like the right person to tell you, given that he's just as alien to it as you are. But, well. Memory, and all that. He brings up Miles' words, recalls them easily. ]
Barrayar was settled by people fleeing a nuclear disaster. The wormhole they used to get here collapsed after their arrival. They've been isolated here for over seven hundred years, cut off from the rest of the galaxy, on an irradiated planet that was barely terraformed for human life. The culture that formed here as a result isn't all that tolerant of physical deformities -- and they lacked the resources and medicine to be able to treat anyone, anyway.
[ And he'll let Tucker try to string that together, first. Limited resources, limited population, complete isolation and a sudden crash from the tech they used to have -- maybe that'd make how brutal Barrayar is a little more understandable. And of course, Miles as he is, is already on thin ropes around the camp. Being prone to seizures isn't going to help his case any. ]
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But for Wash it really mostly just about the enemy of my friends. Miles had been a large part of this, hadn't it, he realizes suddenly, belatedly. A large part of how convicted he feels to their cause now? Damn it all. ]
It's our best option at the moment, Tucker. [ His tone here is conversational, not authoritative. Not an ultimate right answer he's trying to press, because he knows it isn't one. ] Fight for the people who fight next to you.
[ He really hoped you might've at least tried to ask someone something about Barrayar, Tucker. Wash really doesn't feel like the right person to tell you, given that he's just as alien to it as you are. But, well. Memory, and all that. He brings up Miles' words, recalls them easily. ]
Barrayar was settled by people fleeing a nuclear disaster. The wormhole they used to get here collapsed after their arrival. They've been isolated here for over seven hundred years, cut off from the rest of the galaxy, on an irradiated planet that was barely terraformed for human life. The culture that formed here as a result isn't all that tolerant of physical deformities -- and they lacked the resources and medicine to be able to treat anyone, anyway.
[ And he'll let Tucker try to string that together, first. Limited resources, limited population, complete isolation and a sudden crash from the tech they used to have -- maybe that'd make how brutal Barrayar is a little more understandable. And of course, Miles as he is, is already on thin ropes around the camp. Being prone to seizures isn't going to help his case any. ]