Miles laughed, painfully. What a temptation. Ditch his uniform, walk into a tubeway, and disappear with a credit chit for half a million marks in his pocket. To be a free man... His eye fell on Ivan's grimy Imperial dress greens, symbol of their service. You are what you do—choose again... No. Barrayar's ugliest child would choose to be her champion still. Not crawl into a hole and be no one at all.
—Brothers in Arms, Lois McMaster Bujold















