[ His mental pattern shifts, slowing. Focusing on an office somewhere, militaristic, with the blandest man imaginable sitting in front of Miles at a desk. A chair - and relief, as Miles thinks he might have avoided doom after all - before that indescribably bland man begins to speak. A simple question - asking if Miles had anything to add? - before it all comes spilling out in pieces. Quiet at first, then nearly shaking with disappointment as he outlines Miles' crimes. Miles' medical records. How he'd lied on multiple occasions to keep them buried, both through ImpSec and his own fleet. The edited feed. And medical discharge as a favor, one that Miles had immediately argued with, wth all the weapons at his disposal, up to and including Gregor's favor - though it was the greatest mercy Simon might show Miles at this moment. All the nepotism Simon could possibly manage.
And more, Miles mentally flailing about as he scrabbles to find any way to pull himself out of the hole he'd dug for himself. Up until a memory of green fire and spiralling lights that heralds a seizure. Simon's face after, gray and wan. And Miles' utter despair as he admits defeat, mixed with his not entirely successful attempt not to cry. He cleans himself up, submits himself to the resignation, and goes off to hurl himself into the abyss, mentally.
He's still there now. It yawns under all his mental processes, all that bright and busy activity. Everything he does is a distraction from the fact that he has truly and thoroughly imploded his life. ]
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[ His mental pattern shifts, slowing. Focusing on an office somewhere, militaristic, with the blandest man imaginable sitting in front of Miles at a desk. A chair - and relief, as Miles thinks he might have avoided doom after all - before that indescribably bland man begins to speak. A simple question - asking if Miles had anything to add? - before it all comes spilling out in pieces. Quiet at first, then nearly shaking with disappointment as he outlines Miles' crimes. Miles' medical records. How he'd lied on multiple occasions to keep them buried, both through ImpSec and his own fleet. The edited feed. And medical discharge as a favor, one that Miles had immediately argued with, wth all the weapons at his disposal, up to and including Gregor's favor - though it was the greatest mercy Simon might show Miles at this moment. All the nepotism Simon could possibly manage.
And more, Miles mentally flailing about as he scrabbles to find any way to pull himself out of the hole he'd dug for himself. Up until a memory of green fire and spiralling lights that heralds a seizure. Simon's face after, gray and wan. And Miles' utter despair as he admits defeat, mixed with his not entirely successful attempt not to cry. He cleans himself up, submits himself to the resignation, and goes off to hurl himself into the abyss, mentally.
He's still there now. It yawns under all his mental processes, all that bright and busy activity. Everything he does is a distraction from the fact that he has truly and thoroughly imploded his life. ]