[ By drags the heel of his hand along his cheekbone, trying to wipe away some bit of grime there. Hah. Of all the things he expected, Miles Vorkosigan getting cooperative wasn't one of them. It's almost delightful in its unexpected novelty. Of course, the problem with being in charge, such as it is, is that you have to be the one to make decisions. And he has no idea what to do.

Shit. Is it too late to pitch himself headfirst off one of those cliffs he'd seen earlier? Beautiful cliffs, those. No, his fear of heights would keep him getting too close to the edge, he knows. What an idiotic thing a phobia is. I want to use this to die, but I can't, because inside my brain it triggers my fear of dying. Ah, well; life it is. ]

Convince me of your reasons that we shouldn't tell the General about our situation. Aside from the fact that you're scared of the General.