He stared at the cell wall, yet that was not what he saw.
He saw Vordarian's head rolling across a table, ending civil war.
He saw a boy riding a horse far too big for him, calling to "Uncle Simon" to watch.
He saw a great Regent handing power to another boy, only eighteen.
He saw that Emperor's armsmen entering his office armed and without knocking.
Three days now. Three days without information, no intelligence of Miles' dangerous crazy schemes halfway across the galaxy.
He saw a Vorkosigan dying in the city center, and hoped it was only a dream.