A civil war over succession when the Cetagandans are still parked right outside the front door. Few worlds could survive that.

[ Not that killing Yuri was ever really in the cards, was it. Miles is so incredibly tense, he can't blame him, and Wash thinks the best thing to do might be to direct him away from it -- but he can hardly think of anything else, right now. His thoughts have been centered around Yuri since he first overheard some soldier talking about how he'd be arriving with Dorca. Hearing that had already brought a certain weight to everything Wash's learned, a reminder of how real and present all those consequences are. Hearing this had just made that weight even more immediate. Pressing, almost suffocating, even for him. Let alone for Miles. ]

Was that really all it was? [ A breath. ] Ensuring his position?