Barrayar bred bones. cannot shake it, no matter far travel. struggle, — Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards Honour

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Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease—that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards of Honour

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