[ Trust him, Tucker, he gets that. He really does. He does not give a shit about Barrayar -- or well no, he's not nearly that callous, but he knows where his priorities are. With people, with friends. That's what matters. That's what counts. He's joined the ranks, sure, he wears the uniform, and part of him feels guilty for that, for taking it on when his loyalties aren't quite where they should be in order to wear it. But. They're stuck here. And right now, going along with the resistance is in their best interests. If that ever changes, if there's a time when he has to choose between the resistance and his friends, there isn't even going to be a choice, there. It would take him half a second.

He's not exactly going to encourage Tucker in that line of thought, though. Not too much. Not more than he already has, at least, wasn't that what he told him, when Tucker came to him worrying about whether or not he was fighting on the right side? Fight for the people next to you. ]

Alright. And for the sake of me and Carolina and definitely Sonia, you should try and keep your head down. What you do doesn't just reflect on yourself, here, not even just on me and Carolina. It reflects on all of us -- on the outsiders, since they've grouped us all together. And it reflects on everyone who's chosen to trust us.

I don't like the assholes we're fighting with, either. Turns out sometimes you kind of have to deal with it.

[ Welcome to responsibility, Tucker. Doing shit that you don't want to, because you have to. ]