"Oh," he says, comforted at first because Miles had the best, of course he did, his father was Lord Regent of Barrayar. And people die all the time for not having money and access to medical care on Barrayar, although he's certain that's changing -- has been changing since the time he was born.

It's not perfect, but Gregor's trying.

"That's still-- it's just not right," he finishes lamely, although the conviction in his voice is true. Fixing it isn't his job. It's in the hands of far more capable people, of course, but he can still voice his dissatisfaction with it all. Fictional or not. "Continue, sorry."

He'll try harder not to interrupt next time, he swears.