☆ the vorkosigan saga psl post, volume 3

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[vorrutyer]

Yes.

[ He doesn't look up. ]

I was...worried.

[vorbratta]

[ she doesn't think he's lying, is the thing. he's just...being byerly about it. sonia's eyes don't leave his face. ]

Worried?

[vorrutyer]

Yes. About you. Whether you'd been hurt. Whether you were - all right.

[vorbratta]

[ she does falter a second, biting her lips together. she knows she had hit him first. but once was all she wanted, and even then she hadn't liked the way the urge had just overtaken her. but she hadn't wanted to do it again. ]

Were they not...telling you anything?

[vorrutyer]

I didn't trust them.

[ His lips tighten. ]

They play games. They're playing games right now. Their word means - nothing.

[vorbratta]

[ sonia's stomach tightens. yes, she knows they are. this whole room is just a cruel game. and even now, even talking to byerly, she still feels trapped. ]

But they let you see me.

[vorrutyer]

Yes.

[ He swallows and looks down. ]

I suspect...They knew I would betray myself before you. Or they hoped I would betray myself.

[vorbratta]

[ so this wasn't your fault, either. sonia bites down on the inside of her cheek, realizing she's clutching tightly at byerly's arm. she forces herself to relax her grip. ]

What...were you expecting?

[ he'd been worried she might have been hurt. what was he hoping not to find? ]

[vorrutyer]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I can't say.

[ He can say. He just doesn't want to. ]

[vorbratta]

[ well, today isn't a day of byerly getting what he wants. sonia doesn't say anything, just looking at him. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ But he's more resistant than that. ]

Is there some use to knowing?

[vorbratta]

[ she hesitates at that. it's not an unfair question. is there some use to knowing? would hearing the answer change anything, change what comes to them now? she doesn't look away, just blinks at him, and her voice is quiet. ]

I told you I wanted the truth.

[vorrutyer]

To this, there is no truth.

[ He spreads his hands. ]

Just my dire imaginings.

[vorbratta]

[ dire imaginings. what was he so afraid of that he won't even say it to her now? that in itself is discomfiting. sonia closes a hand over one of his. ]

Byerly...

[vorrutyer]

Let it be, Sonia. Please.

[vorbratta]

[ that twists her up inside, and she can't even place why. she drops her gaze to their hands and swallows, some of the air going out of her. her shoulders slacken slightly. her voice is hushed, little more than an inward breath. ]

They're not always so civil with their prisoners.

[ she'd so much as told him that first time he'd come to see her. that leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ His lips twist in an agonized grimace. ]

I know.

[vorbratta]

[ she leans against him, pressing her forehead to his arm and closing her eyes. she exhales slowly. ]

Nobody has laid a hand on me. I'm alright, Byerly.

[vorrutyer]

[ He closes his eyes. Her closeness is scarcely even a comfort. ]

I...wonder if that will...I worry, going forward.

[vorbratta]

[ sonia's voice is small. she keeps her eyes closed. ]

You think it might still happen.

[vorrutyer]

I think...they now know the handle they have on my loyalty.

[vorbratta]

...Leverage, you mean.

[vorrutyer]

Yes. I will do...anything if it means your welfare, Sonia.

[vorbratta]

[ she clutches his arm tighter. she feels a little sick. ]

Don't -- [ do anything stupid. no, it's nothing stupid. her voice grows firm. ] I won't let it happen.

[vorrutyer]

[ He looks at her, meets her eyes. He looks exhausted. He looks...a little frightened. ]

Won't let...what happen?