"Only if Mark decides to abide by the tradition. Did he strike you as the type?"
"If anyone were going to become alarmed about my disappearance I'd expect it to have happened by now," she sighs.
"Maybe they have. No one's likely to become alarmed about mine."
(Galeni stirs at his name but doesn't wake.)
This doesn't stop the guards from preemptively stunning her next time they open the door. She slumps a little.
"Pick her up," one of them tells Galeni. "And both of you, out." They look agitated - one solemn, one about to break into nervous laughter.
But there's no advantage to staying in the cell.
On the other hand...
"Captain Galeni," he says, "I think now might be a good time for you to talk to your father."
"It's not just your life you're throwing away," hisses Miles, unimpressed with Galeni's willingness to literally carry Miles's wife to her death for the sake of his principles.
"You can't."
"I think you'd better check with him before you sound so sure."
"He's not here. He gave us our orders and left."
"Call him."
"He didn't say where he'd be. And if he had, I wouldn't, anyway. Over by that lightflyer."
"You know," Miles says suddenly, as a different strategy occurs to him, "what did my wife ever do to you, anyway? She married me, granted, but for a haut-lady that's not really a matter of choice as such. And you can hardly argue that she's Barrayaran. Barrayar does not love her, I guarantee you that. So what? Someone stuck the name Vorkosigan to her like a 'Kick Me' sign, and now you're going to—what are you going to do to us?"
"Convenience doesn't enter into it. She's literally a bloody prize for good behaviour from the Cetagandan Empire. Just because she's made the best of it doesn't mean she deserves to die for it, or wants to. Look, I can divorce her first if it makes you happier. It's a bit legally tricky to declare myself Count's Voice for the purpose and then petition myself for a divorce, but given the emergency conditions and the fact that you're about to kill me anyway, I don't think anyone's going to waste energy arguing with the details afterward. You just have to wake her up and let me explain the situation and then talk to myself for half a minute."
"Right, and you can't call Ser Galen because he didn't leave a bloody forwarding address. So what's it to be, fellows? Do revolutionaries follow different rules than the rest of us - how many innocents are you allowed to kill because you don't believe you have the authority not to? If the total exceeds two hundred will you give up and turn yourselves in?"
Miles gestures to Galeni. "He's been living in your house for going on a week now, and I don't see you believing he's on your side."
"I did say 'making the best of it', did I not? She doesn't hate my guts; that doesn't mean she'd die for me." Whereas Miles would unquestionably die for her - but that's his business. "She made it pretty clear when I first met her that given free choice of ways off Eta Ceta, she'd rather have had a ticket to Beta Colony."
"He meant all -"
"If she wants to go to Beta Colony and sell consumer electronics what harm does that do to the revolution, hm? If she makes a dramatic speech we can dump her with the others."
The reluctant guard grumbles and trots off while the other keeps his stunner trained on the captives from sufficient range to drop them both if either lunges.