That annoyance in his expression reminds him, absurdly, of Maine. The first time he saw him here on Barrayar, when his instinctive reaction had been to hold a sword to his throat, and all Maine had done was seen right through his lack of resolve to kill him and press the blade even closer. ]
To myself. [ The slightest shift of his hand, just enough to push the blade against his skin, just enough for that pressure to actually be there. ] Yes.
[ That really had been it, hadn't it. Byerly had trusted him.
He pulls his hand away, closing his eyes briefly with some soft, amused sound -- and actually sheaths the knife this time, hides it back at his side under his clothing. ]
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That annoyance in his expression reminds him, absurdly, of Maine. The first time he saw him here on Barrayar, when his instinctive reaction had been to hold a sword to his throat, and all Maine had done was seen right through his lack of resolve to kill him and press the blade even closer. ]
To myself. [ The slightest shift of his hand, just enough to push the blade against his skin, just enough for that pressure to actually be there. ] Yes.
[ That really had been it, hadn't it. Byerly had trusted him.
He pulls his hand away, closing his eyes briefly with some soft, amused sound -- and actually sheaths the knife this time, hides it back at his side under his clothing. ]