[ That's the million Betan dollar question isn't it. Miles himself doesn't know the answer to that. He folds his hands in his lap, looking down at the floor. ]
Cordelia wants me to stay until I have my head sorted out. That seems wise enough.
[ This time, he doesn't even notice the slip of the tongue he's made. ]
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Cordelia wants me to stay until I have my head sorted out. That seems wise enough.
[ This time, he doesn't even notice the slip of the tongue he's made. ]