[ Respect? Respect...He looks up, and for just a moment his face betrays his hunger. Because he despises the thought of pity, of being this pathetic twisted little creature, shambling around, three-quarters crazy and ugly and wheezing. Paraded around by Miles. This is my little brother. And then, with voice a little more hushed - Take it easy on him. He's a little slow. The sort of man that they just made apologies and excuses for. He had a hard life. This is the best we can expect from him.
But respect, acknowledgment, is something...Oh, that's something enticing. And maybe it's not a lie. The tawdry tinsel of neo-fascism, Galen had called it. Bloodthirsty maniacs. Barrayar respects service, doesn't it? Blood shed for a cause. And Mark...Mark has shed blood. ]
It seems like that respect wouldn't extend to blood shed in service to a plot against your person, Majesty.
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But respect, acknowledgment, is something...Oh, that's something enticing. And maybe it's not a lie. The tawdry tinsel of neo-fascism, Galen had called it. Bloodthirsty maniacs. Barrayar respects service, doesn't it? Blood shed for a cause. And Mark...Mark has shed blood. ]
It seems like that respect wouldn't extend to blood shed in service to a plot against your person, Majesty.