Miles laughs softly. "Complaint registered, Captain Thorne. You can even put it in the suggestions box, if you like -- I've got one, you know. Right on the door of my office. And for what it's worth, I do believe the captains are being honest about their intent insofar as getting us back to the planet of origin and getting us all home -- they're in the same boat as us. All of them want to get back to their worlds." It's their methods Miles might be concerned about. What Zhou had said back at Caducus Primary still rings in his head. Ulterior motives are in the hearts of many. They seek a place that once loved them but no longer can, and in that space, it has grown exponentially. Heed the future, Miles Vorkosigan, but never trust it. He still doesn't know what to make of it, nor the reflection of his future self he saw that night on the planet.

"It's a shit mission, I know, but we don't really have a choice. And if I can do it, so can you. Eh, Captain?" Miles grins, and nudges his elbow at Bel's arm.