Miles just grins wider, sharper. "So did Tau Verde. So did Dagoola. Hell, so did being born in the first place. I'm pretty sure we don't know how to do things any other way."
The weird thing about talking to yourself -- actually talking to yourself, not a clone, not a brother -- is that it's way, way too easy to spot what he -- you -- whatever is thinking about. And it's not hard to figure out, anyway. He banks the fire a little, nodding at his older self by way of reaching out.
"If the Ingress dumped me here," he offers, "then there's got to be a way back out. Hell, maybe it's what dumped everyone else here, or something close to it. It was sort of like a wormhole, it was connected to all the other Ingresses and it reached pretty far, only..." He shrugs, making a face. "Only it was a real prick, sometimes. It didn't just grab people, it grabbed things. Like, say, forty copies of The Komarr Report. But -- my point is -- I'm pretty sure both of us are going to get back to where we came from at some point or another. With this many displaced people, we're bound to find a way."
Whether back to where we came from means Barrayar or the Moira for this Miles, he's not sure, but he doesn't really want to think too hard about it. He hasn't even thought about how to keep his identity from collapsing again, but hey, it should get easier each time, right?
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The weird thing about talking to yourself -- actually talking to yourself, not a clone, not a brother -- is that it's way, way too easy to spot what he -- you -- whatever is thinking about. And it's not hard to figure out, anyway. He banks the fire a little, nodding at his older self by way of reaching out.
"If the Ingress dumped me here," he offers, "then there's got to be a way back out. Hell, maybe it's what dumped everyone else here, or something close to it. It was sort of like a wormhole, it was connected to all the other Ingresses and it reached pretty far, only..." He shrugs, making a face. "Only it was a real prick, sometimes. It didn't just grab people, it grabbed things. Like, say, forty copies of The Komarr Report. But -- my point is -- I'm pretty sure both of us are going to get back to where we came from at some point or another. With this many displaced people, we're bound to find a way."
Whether back to where we came from means Barrayar or the Moira for this Miles, he's not sure, but he doesn't really want to think too hard about it. He hasn't even thought about how to keep his identity from collapsing again, but hey, it should get easier each time, right?