Symmetra's continued coolness only frustrates Sonia more, and she can feel her face redden, but she can't make herself walk away from this conversation even if she wanted to.

"They will rebuild us in their image," she bites out, eyes burning, "not in Barrayar's. They don't care for Barrayar. They have no right to strip from that from us, and if that's the price of their enlightenment, then I would rather die than live in service to Cetaganda."