[It felt like his mind was pouring down a wormhole jump in speed, but still too damn slow. That information made some of it make perfect sense, crystallizing and snapping into place with final clicks.
And some parts floated even further, or were simply dislodged from where they'd settled, tentatively.
Of all of it, there were two parts that stood out, far more true that the muddy sluice of truth and lies...
... The eyes staring up at him were startlingly like Cordelias...
... The set of Gregor's face matched a near-mute child he remembered guiding a small hand to a pyre...
If it was true... God. He remembers hearing the crack, feeling the give under his fingers, intentional or not... he marshals himself carefully.
Aral Vorkosigan stood up, almost entirely on the power of his good leg, locking the knee of the other to stay upright. The pain edging around his eyes and the blood staining the undress greens in a widening plume were otherwise the only hints of how bad it was.]
You'll forgive me if this seems to have gone from suspect to incomplete.
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And some parts floated even further, or were simply dislodged from where they'd settled, tentatively.
Of all of it, there were two parts that stood out, far more true that the muddy sluice of truth and lies...
... The eyes staring up at him were startlingly like Cordelias...
... The set of Gregor's face matched a near-mute child he remembered guiding a small hand to a pyre...
If it was true... God. He remembers hearing the crack, feeling the give under his fingers, intentional or not... he marshals himself carefully.
Aral Vorkosigan stood up, almost entirely on the power of his good leg, locking the knee of the other to stay upright. The pain edging around his eyes and the blood staining the undress greens in a widening plume were otherwise the only hints of how bad it was.]
You'll forgive me if this seems to have gone from suspect to incomplete.