[ He drums his fingers against his wine glass as he considers possibilities. His mind has brightened again slightly, the wheels turning in a pleasantly familiar sort of motion. ]
All right, mutual fascination. I'm a clone of the corrupt and mutated Lord Vorkosigan, created by Bhataputra House for purposes unknown. Spare organs, or perhaps an unsuccessful brain transplant candidate.
[ Gregor can likely feel Miles skin crawl a bit at that. Using his complicated relationship with Barrayar like this always feels terribly vile, even if it provides the most consistent explanation. ]
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[ He drums his fingers against his wine glass as he considers possibilities. His mind has brightened again slightly, the wheels turning in a pleasantly familiar sort of motion. ]
All right, mutual fascination. I'm a clone of the corrupt and mutated Lord Vorkosigan, created by Bhataputra House for purposes unknown. Spare organs, or perhaps an unsuccessful brain transplant candidate.
[ Gregor can likely feel Miles skin crawl a bit at that. Using his complicated relationship with Barrayar like this always feels terribly vile, even if it provides the most consistent explanation. ]