[Breq eyes him, waiting on his response. It sounds like a Radch maxim, in the same way the noble houses are not 'unsteady,' in the same way that a Radchaai always does her duty without a second thought. She would guess that this one is as true for Eames as it is in the Radch.
She's trained herself into the lie of 'The Gerentate' for her cover for so long now that it almost slips out of her before she catches her tongue. She may not trust this world with everything about herself, but there's no use confusing the truth with more lies, here. Still, she can be vague.]
Here and there, now, but the Imperial Radch, initially. And you? Where is so far removed from death?
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[Breq eyes him, waiting on his response. It sounds like a Radch maxim, in the same way the noble houses are not 'unsteady,' in the same way that a Radchaai always does her duty without a second thought. She would guess that this one is as true for Eames as it is in the Radch.
She's trained herself into the lie of 'The Gerentate' for her cover for so long now that it almost slips out of her before she catches her tongue. She may not trust this world with everything about herself, but there's no use confusing the truth with more lies, here. Still, she can be vague.]
Here and there, now, but the Imperial Radch, initially. And you? Where is so far removed from death?