To be honest, I think I like Aurelia where I can at least sort of keep tabs on her, instead of having her transferred and inflicting her on someone else who doesn't have as much experience with armed lunatics. I'll figure it out.
[He keys the door shut and exhales, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment.]
Anyway. I will attempt to be as delicate and uncomplicated as I can, but this is... not simple, to say the least. Miles--and the rest of us--recently discovered he has a clone brother. Mark Pierre Vorkosigan, though I'm still not sure if he's thrilled to be called that. He... [Gregor sighs, tilting his head to the side and continuing on in as close to he ever gets as a rush.] Well, he was cooked up in Jackson's Whole by a Komarran terrorist in an astonishingly long-con attempt to assassinate Miles, Aral, and ultimately me to try to put the clone--Mark, that is--on the camp stool and destabilize Barrayar's government. At any rate, that's all cleared up now and done with, but Mark... still is. I gather he isn't particularly interested in assassinating anybody, but he's Miles' brother by Betan law and by blood right and he's sort of still learning how to have a family. Or be around people who aren't constantly threatening him. Or be himself at all.
[Gregor looks away, rubbing his lips thoughtfully, his brow furrowing.]
He knows about me, obviously. He's the last person. I know I can trust your discretion, of course, Lady Alys. And I know for a fact not all of Mark's interactions with Ivan have been entirely pleasant. But I think Mark is really trying, and I am attempting to treat him with a certain amount of care. I just wanted to brief you properly, and request that you do the same.
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[He keys the door shut and exhales, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment.]
Anyway. I will attempt to be as delicate and uncomplicated as I can, but this is... not simple, to say the least. Miles--and the rest of us--recently discovered he has a clone brother. Mark Pierre Vorkosigan, though I'm still not sure if he's thrilled to be called that. He... [Gregor sighs, tilting his head to the side and continuing on in as close to he ever gets as a rush.] Well, he was cooked up in Jackson's Whole by a Komarran terrorist in an astonishingly long-con attempt to assassinate Miles, Aral, and ultimately me to try to put the clone--Mark, that is--on the camp stool and destabilize Barrayar's government. At any rate, that's all cleared up now and done with, but Mark... still is. I gather he isn't particularly interested in assassinating anybody, but he's Miles' brother by Betan law and by blood right and he's sort of still learning how to have a family. Or be around people who aren't constantly threatening him. Or be himself at all.
[Gregor looks away, rubbing his lips thoughtfully, his brow furrowing.]
He knows about me, obviously. He's the last person. I know I can trust your discretion, of course, Lady Alys. And I know for a fact not all of Mark's interactions with Ivan have been entirely pleasant. But I think Mark is really trying, and I am attempting to treat him with a certain amount of care. I just wanted to brief you properly, and request that you do the same.