"Well, I've told Miles plenty," Byerly sighs, snatching at one of those flung blades of grass. He turns his hand over, palm-up, to reveal he's caught one. Well done Byerly. "I'm counting on it consuming him. He, irritatingly, wants to stay here even if we get that gate opened back up, in order to correct - " The massacre of you and yours. " - every single wrong that plagues Barrayaran history.

"So I fed him a few lines about what happens in his future. It seems to be working to give him some obsessions. Personally, me - I'm quite immune, thanks."