"What do you think I came for?" Absolution? Forgiveness? He lifts his chin to look at the ceiling, still avoiding her gaze. Hatred? No. The last of those...He craves hatred, but he doesn't have the luxury for it. The only thing he has the luxury for is appearing to do the Cetagandans' will, is maneuvering her so that she can be grabbed back by Barrayar's forces. How many are even still alive? Can they even make an attempt?

"I know you well enough to know that confinement will only make you miserable. Pride isn't sufficient nourishment for your soul, as it would be for some. You need sunshine and socialization, too."