"I mostly grew up on a different planet," Sonia say, rather tonelessly, though she is curious about this liar. Symmetra doesn't sound like she's talking about the Cetagandans. "But Barrayar was a beautiful place before the war, when I was here."

Sonia frowns at that mother henning and just smooths her hair down before dropping her hand. "It won't." The Cetagandans would be aghast if they let that little cut turn into a scar, with all their grand technology. Sonia almost wishes it would. Her mouth pinches. "Who are you?"