He's quiet a moment. What does he want? What does he need? More to the point, how much is he actually willing to say on those topics? Byerly...keeps his secrets. Well - except for when he can use those secrets, he supposes, because there is no part of him - his labor, his mind, his history, his personality - that he is unwilling to put into application for the benefit of Barrayar. But he doesn't tend to share himself out of...Out of what? Friendship? The concern of a friend? Yeah, because I've never had a concerned friend before.
To begin with, I don't want to seem pathetic. I don't want you laughing at me. But Sonia isn't like those clowns who'd been his not-really-friends back in his early days in the capital, back when he was younger and rawer and all it took was three drinks before he started earnestly sharing his tales of woe. Yes, the Vorbarr Sultana social scene cured him of that habit quite quickly.
What can I say to you?
"I want - " He starts, then stops. Runs a hand over his face. "I want to be of service. Not just in the sense of fulfilling my oaths and using my time fulfilling tasks from a Vorbarra or from my commanding officers. But - truly to be of service."
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To begin with, I don't want to seem pathetic. I don't want you laughing at me. But Sonia isn't like those clowns who'd been his not-really-friends back in his early days in the capital, back when he was younger and rawer and all it took was three drinks before he started earnestly sharing his tales of woe. Yes, the Vorbarr Sultana social scene cured him of that habit quite quickly.
What can I say to you?
"I want - " He starts, then stops. Runs a hand over his face. "I want to be of service. Not just in the sense of fulfilling my oaths and using my time fulfilling tasks from a Vorbarra or from my commanding officers. But - truly to be of service."