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[rathercommon]

[ A grunt of frustration. ]

Yeah. I don't like it, either. I mean - I spent the last, what, month calling curses down on the heads of the Vorkosigans, and oh, look, here they are standing in front of me. Perfectly sweet. Not murderous at all.

[ Well...Maybe a little murderous. She's under no illusions regarding what Aral would be capable of - she fought against him, after all. He's...purposeful.

She crosses her arms. ]

We've got monsters enough in this world and in our own. Why pretend that there are more?

[dendarii]

Because heroes are more convincing with heroes to fight. Didn't it work? You liked us better when we were a runaway and a clone railing against an unfair system, I'm sure.

[use_everything]

[Before this can launch a debate, Aral lifts a hand.]

As there seems to be much to discuss, and there's one uninvolved soul on this floor [Who was undoubtedly trying to sleep through all of this drama.] perhaps we should move downstairs.

[Where there are chairs. And less of a standing battlefield and more like a reception.]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty grunts and nods in confirmation. ]

Yeah. We ought to be talking about this over tea, I think.

[ Though she points thereafter at Miles. ]

And that is a vile thing to say. It's one thing to lie to protect yourself. It's another altogether to lie to make people like you more. The one isn't real dishonesty, because you're not really deceiving anyone. But appropriating that horrid story - appropriating the suffering of others - to make yourself sympathetic is simply horrid.

[dendarii]

[ He grimaces a bit, not about to argue with her assessment. Or the suggestion of tea. Except to say... ]

Tactics take precedence in the end.

[use_everything]

I don't think, at this point, we can say the story has been without a price or a payment.

[He casts a look at Gregor and Miles.] You'll have to point me to the tea.

[vorbarra]

... I'll do it. Come on.

[ Just going to lead Aral out and down the stairs and toward the kitchen, leaving the argument behind, if possible. ]