The clone straightened, trying to regain some dignity. "He doesn't need help," snapped Miles, at the same moment that the clone began, "I don't want help-" then both paused to stare at each other, Miles self-possessed again, regaining his wind, the clone taken slightly aback.īut for the outward and visible marker of the damn beard, now would be the perfect time to begin screaming that Vorkosigan had overpowered and changed clothes with him, he was the clone, couldn't they tell the difference and untie me you cretins! A non-opportunity, alas. I had an uncle who told me what the Barrayaran Security goons used to do. To get the maximum pain for the minimum damage. "There is a kind of science in torture, you know. ![]() "Do you, ah, need some help for this part?" the older of the two Komarrans asked the clone.
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