"You still couldn't bring it off. The depth and breadth of my knowledge of the Dendarii isn't contained in any log. We've been in combat together. And even if you did, what then? Where is Mark while you're off being Admiral Naismith? Maybe Mark doesn't want to be a mercenary admiral. Maybe he wants to be a - a gardener, a textile designer, a doctor, a holovid programmer, a pilot, an engineer, an LPST. Maybe he wants to be very far away from him," this with a gesture to Galen. "How will you ever find out?"
"It's true," muses Galen, "you must pass for an experienced soldier. And you've never killed." He studies the largely unreadable Mark. His voice softens. "You must learn to kill if you expect to survive."
"Poetic but untrue," says Miles. "Again. Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument."
"You talk too much," says Galen, swinging the aim of the nerve disruptor over to Miles, stealing a last glance at his son and then looking away as though flinching from a physical pain. "It's time to go. Let us complete your education. Here." He hands Mark the nerve disruptor. "Sh—"
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Date: 2014-09-10 07:59 pm (UTC)"It's true," muses Galen, "you must pass for an experienced soldier. And you've never killed." He studies the largely unreadable Mark. His voice softens. "You must learn to kill if you expect to survive."
"Poetic but untrue," says Miles. "Again. Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument."
"You talk too much," says Galen, swinging the aim of the nerve disruptor over to Miles, stealing a last glance at his son and then looking away as though flinching from a physical pain. "It's time to go. Let us complete your education. Here." He hands Mark the nerve disruptor. "Sh—"