[That gets a sharp smile, acknowledging the teeth in that title.]
Ah, advisement, I can offer. You've deduced that a lack of answer is an answer, or at least a rather complicated statement. If he speaks less, you are pushing too hard. A frank question, space and patience may have a more honest reward.
[It's a strange concept to Aral, but then, no one has ever served a Vorkosigan hoping for wealth.]
For something like that, you'd have to seek Jackson's Whole.
[The real question though... Vorkosigan gathers something of an abstracted look, considering that.] To swear outside or on top of duty usually is upon the heels of some large event or series of events, often life changing in some way.
[ A little huff of resigned amusement. With dryness and wryness both, Kitty responds: ]
Had my every illusion shattered, one after another. Sometimes gently, and sometimes quite violently. Definitely a necessary process, but not one I'd recommend.
[ Then, a little more helpfully: ]
The most important thing I did was sitting down and talking to the people I thought were my enemies. I'd grown up being told that demons were wicked and dangerous, but I had a long talk with one in the process of him kidnapping me and discovered just how intelligent and compassionate and wise they can be. And that sort of inspired me to save the life of another enemy - which I guess really stuck with him, because it was still haunting him when we met up again three years later and sort of shattered his illusions, too. And then we ended up saving my city together, which I guess goes to show you that sometimes goodness can reap rewards, no matter what the cynics say.
[The smile he gives Kirk is a bit of a black twist.] Depends on your stomach for dystopia, I imagine.
[He takes another sip of his own coffee, draining it.] It has been known to happen. A life saved, revenge offered, those sort of concepts. But it would be termed rarer these days, I imagine.
[He listens intently, still except for a thoughtless, habitual brush over the feline's fur. It isn't so hard to picture, though the scope, as with the small patches and threads she's offered of her life before, was deeply supernatural.]
Trust beyond reason... Your story reminds me of someone, I wonder if she felt the same.
An armsman to a lord, or a lord to an emperor. There is rarely cause for a relationship to exist, much less opportunity for that kind of trust and devotion to be built without it.
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