Sonia's lips thin and she reaches over to extract the bottle of mead from Miles's grasp. She takes a good drink, and then she leans over, rapping her knuckles lightly on his head.

"Then it must run in the family, because you need to get your head out of your ass in that case. Miles, I love you dearly, but this scenario you're entertaining screws everyone involved over -- including yourself. Your odds of survival here are...considerably worse, and you'd be leaving a hole in your family and abandoning a responsibility more important than -- well, more than any responsibility I've ever had. It's your duty, Miles, and -- oh, God, I sound like my sister -- aren't you honorbound to it?"

Her face softens into a look of genuine confusion tinted with sadness. "Don't you want to see your family again?"