Miles has no such point of reference for this kind of insanity. He's met both his gran'da and his da in their time-displaced forms, and there's the whole Barrayaran camp itself - but no actual duplicates. No evidence that such a thing is even an effect of all this multiversal kidnapping until ... now? Is that what he's looking at here? It makes a certain kind of sense. If the same effect can pull both Aral and Miles from disparate points in their timeline, then why not two of Miles? Why not an army of Miles?

(No one deserves an army of Miles, not even Cetaganda.)

In the end it's that breathless, insane almost-laugh that gets him. The same noise is buried within his own chest too, just superseded by the healthy paranoia that's also grown up around him over the past few days. "Miles Ilyan," he says, with no small amount of sarcasm edging out his already sharp tones. "Much safer name. Strongly advise borrowing it if we're going to be sharing faces."

If he hasn't, y'know, finally snapped and gone insane. He's not yet ruled that possibiliy out.