"They're all there?" he asks in disbelief. Duv's torn between being grateful he's on the Cetagandan side of the camps and wanting to dash to the Barrayaran to conduct interviews on those of this period. How far would he get before the firing squad got him? He may find out soon enough depending on how the situation proceeded.

"Are the others not from here from your point on the timeline?" Because as insane as it sounded, Ivan Vorpatril did appear older.